The Morning After Songtext
von Barbra Streisand

The sky is black
The ground is red
The streets of hate
Are charred and dead

The war stand out
Against the sky
And crowds appear
To wonder why


The morning after
We ask for right questions
The morning after
We make the suggestions
We′ve gotta make changes
We're not going to wait
But the morning after is too late

The shell that′s left
Is still a cage
The flames have not
Consumed the rage

And men who souls
Are trapped and slumps
Will wait until
The next time comes


The morning after
We ask for right questions
The morning after
We make the suggestions
We've gotta make changes
We're not going to wait
But the morning after is too late