When is the moment and where will me meet?
What must I abandon and what will I need?
What's the direction, what's the name of the street?
Where must I look for the plan?
Who will we fight?
What are the words?
What is my line?
Who will walk first?
Why is it nobody knows where to go but everybody knows we must go?
Where is my Revolution, Revolution?
Where that a flicker?
Is that a fire?
Is someone knocking?
Was that a sign?
That voice talking, God, is it mine?
Calling, calling, calling all the time