Leonhard Cohen – Democracy is Coming

It’s coming through a hole in the air/ from those nights in Tiananmen Square/ It’s coming from the feel
/ that this ain’t exactly real/ 
or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there/ 
From the wars against disorder/ 
from the sirens night and day/ 
from the fires of the homeless/ 
from the ashes of the gay/ Democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming through a crack in the wall/ on a visionary flood of alcohol/ 
from the staggering account/ 
of the Sermon on the Mount/ 
which I don’t pretend to understand at all/ 
It’s coming from the silence/ 
on the dock of the bay/ 
from the brave, the bold, the battered/ 
heart of Chevrolet:/ Democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming from the sorrow in the street/ 
the holy places where the races meet/ 
from the homicidal bit chin’/ 
that goes down in every kitchen/ 
to determine who will serve and who will eat/ 
From the wells of disappointment
/ where the women kneel to pray
/ for the grace of God in the desert here/ 
and the desert far away/ 
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on
/ O mighty Ship of State!/ 
To the Shores of Need
/ Past the Reefs of Greed
/ Through the Squalls of Hate/ 
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on

It’s coming to America first/ 
the cradle of the best and the worst/ 
It’s here they got the range
/ and the machinery for change/ 
and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst/ 
It’s here the family’s broken/ 
and it’s here the lonely say/ 
that the heart has got to open/ 
in a fundamental way/ 
Democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming from the women and the men/ 
O darling, we’ll be making love again/ 
We’ll be going down so deep/ 
the river’s going to weep/ 
and the mountain’s going to shout Amen!/ 
It’s coming like the tidal flood/ 
beneath the lunar sway/ imperial, mysterious/ 
in amorous array/ 
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on …

I’m sentimental/ if you know what I mean/ 
I love the country but I can’t stand the scene/ 
And I’m neither left or right/ 
I’m just staying home tonight/ 
getting lost in that hopeless little screen/ 
But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags/ 
that time cannot decay,/ I’m junk but I’m still holding up
/ this little wild bouquet/ 
Democracy is coming to the USA

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