And in the waiting room
Crowded above the rivers of tears
And the children running
Around our dirty feet
There are a few fleeting moments
An afterglow

A Catholic priest, a Methodist preacher
Grasp hands and pray
For all the words we can’t just say
And the miracle of today

And the mass closes in
Circling about the lake of feeling
The Baptists and Muslims
The Jews and Buddhists
Islamic militants and Christian crusaders
Atheists and Scientologists
Lesbians and Republicans
Gun owners and Democrats
Disco fans and hard-rockers
Israelis and Palestinians
Blacks and Whites
Lefts and Rights
Hold each other’s hands
And stare up at the dark night sky
Lifting their voices
Lifting their voices

But it fades away

And no matter how broad the smile
They never went the extra mile