Pipe Dream

Clyde
Throw a pebble in the lake and watch the ripples grow
Bursting like a flower in the midstream
Try some wild guesses about the changes you have made
In the daily lives of sleepy, sunken fishes
And thus the time will come
All the people singing
Fifty thousand people
A hundred million people
Together
Standing in the kitchen or smiling on the street
Around you all the radios receiving
In a survey taken recently of babies at their birth
Seven out of ten were tuned to smiling
And thus the time will come
All the people singing
Fifty thousand people
A hundred million people
Together
Must be something there
But I don't know, and what is more, I don't care
You'll never change a thing
Too few of us, too many of them
But no, the faces are beginning to show
And the hands are beginning to reach out to each other
Together
A thousand pebbles tumbling at the bottom of a stream
A thousand babies smilling in the sunshine
A thousand years of weeping at the altar of a dream
A thousand years of blind young soldiers dying
And thus the time will come
All the people singing
Fifty thousand people
A hundred million people
Together