Well, it's just not the things we're used to down here
I mean, they come in and they sit down, and
And we're not used to 'em sittin' down beside us
And I wasn't raised with 'em, I never have lived with 'em
And I'm not gonna start now 

Art is in motion, look around 
At the everyday people in the everyday towns
Love is an ocean as deep as the sky 
Gotta keep our arms open or we're never gonna fly 

Yeah, it's a tragedy 
All the hate I see 
Am I left to be 
A slave to history
Love's our common ground 
Yeah, my skin is brown 
Ain't no sweeter sound 
Walls are tumblin' down 

I can't deny it overwhelms 
That changin' your world is changin' yourself 
You can't tell me that you've already tried 
Cause we're never gonna shine until we swallow our pride 

[During the weeks...]
[I love people]
[I wasn't raised with 'em]
[I never have lived with 'em]
[And I'm not gonna start now]
[I'm sorry, I'm sorry]
[Our management does not allow us to serve]
[Does not allow us to serve niggers in here]
[This is sleepin' in a dangerous...]
[Love, oh love] 

The questions in you are the questions in me 
And I'm no closer to answers than you are to me
If we just believe then we all can be free