path, that you've chosen. Yes I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right. Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight. They got us suspectin' a war. But the
path, that you've chosen. Yes I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right. Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight. They got us suspectin' a war. But the
path, that you've chosen. Yes I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right. Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight. They got us suspectin' a war. But the
. You've gotta change your style. . Why don't you tell me. If you love me. Show me how you feel. Together we can work it out. If this love is real. . You've got to meet me in the middle. Meet me
your house and mine I'd start walking your way. You'd start walking mine. We'd meet in the middle. 'Neath that old Georgia pine We'd gain a lot of ground. 'Cause we'd both give a little. There ain't
brooding wind swept hills And we loved and we laughed the pain away At the end of the journey, when our last song is sung Will you meet me in Heaven someday. . Chorus Can't be sure of how's it's going to
tears upon the sheet. I'm bewildered/resentful. For we're strangers when we meet. . Blank screen TV. Preening ourselves in the snow. Forget my name. But I'm over you. Blended sunrise. And it's a