He sighed deeply in his spiritWhy does this generation seek a signNo sign will be given to this generationWent to the other sideI believe, help my unbeliefI believe, help my unbeliefI believe, help my unbeliefWent to the other sideWe’re mute, we’re deaf, we’re scared silentEar to the ground listening for rainWe’re sinking in tides already tamedNo sign will be given usCome to the other sideWe must pick up our hands and feetWe good and know what we must knowHe’s said, he’s preached and healedIt has been driven outNo sign will be given usCome to the other sideHe sighed deeply in his spiritHe sighed deeply in his spiritHe sighed deeply in his spiritAnd he went to the other side