Midnight Oil - Common Ground Lyrics
These are not dispassionate words of the coolThe headline still rules the editors a foolShall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuseAnd leave us stranded here tomorrowI heard a calling out, a cry from the heartFrom the towns of cement and the beautyA whisper its turned howl, man he didnt knowHe was standing waiting for tomorrowNothings left, nothings found, there must be some common groundI could never figure the calendars flowNor can I work out how the wild, wild wind blowsBut were ready from within and were starting to goAway from the place of no tomorrowNothings left, nothings found, there must be some common groundNothings left, (? ? ? ) I see there must be some common groundOh the wrecking fields are a terrible placeWith a sulphurous smell and a frightening paceAnd the hook goes early and the critic is kingIts hard to stay human and stand in the ringTheres no time to be absent, a clown or a foolWhile shylock is smiling were loaded like mulesIf we surrender ourself to industrial rulesWell wake up in the wreckage of tomorrowNowNothings left, nothings found, there must be some common groundNothings left, somethings found, can we see some common ground
