Somewhere - Jimi Hendrix

Oh uh

I see fingers hands and shades of faces

Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land

I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin

Oh Lord please give us a helpin' hand

Yeah yeah

Way down in the background

I can see frustrated souls of cities burnin

And all across the water baby

I see weapons barkin' out the sting of death

And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs jumpin' themselves

Laughin' they sayin'

Those people so uptight they sure know how to make a mess

Back in the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink

I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor

But as far as I know they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and try and sell me

Brother sell me and don't worry about lookin at the score

Yeah yeah