Walking among the Turks on cobblestone streets
And seeing the kids rebel against The Moslem Way
Confirms they're people just like you and me
Working for what their hearts say is right.
Sending in the troops, fighting over oil
And throwing stones
Doesn't come from the people
But it ends there.
When I see them smile
As they listen to music
On the street
I get it.
They like ice cream just like you.
They like music just like me,
And if it were up to us
We'd all get along just fine.
As I walk the streets of Istanbul,
I almost get the feeling--
When I see their smiles
And hear their music
And even when I witness their indifference--
We're edging toward goodness,
And the time of mindless division
Is coming to an end.
We're edging toward the day
We throw the rifles down
And Moslem, Christian, Jew, atheist,
Infidel, Catholic and Baptist
Stand together as one,
And shuck the bonds of money, oil,
Lust, ambition, and madness,
And give each other bear hugs
As we watch the leaders
Who thrive on our divisions trundled off
Onto a boat that takes them away
To that cold island far across the sea.