Russians And Americans

So here we stand on the edge of 1984

Bracing ourselves once again

For the storm approaching as those

Who long before huddled in caves from the rain

the enemy's face is so hard to see

Sometimes it seems that I see him in you

And sometimes in me

Who can he be?

No one consulting the prophets and leaders

They all disagree

Russians and Americans here's a song for you

Who carry the weight of the world on your heads

Russians and Americans tell me if it's true

You really believe all the things that you've said

The Red, White and Blue running into the red

From the wars of Europe the pilgrim fathers

Set off with their hopes and their bond

Some settled down by the coast others crossed

The mountains and into the flatland beyond

From the scramble and dust of Muscovite streets

And opened the doors to the East

The Pioneer ways

Chilled by the cold breath of winter

Or baked by the heat of the day

Russians and Americans passing through the fire

Of revolution and coming of age

Russians and Americans driven by desire

Two players pushed to the front of the stage

The whole world now watches each move that you make

Two runners caught in the thrill of the race

The finishing line is a s par as the stars

That the satellites chose

Why quicken the pace?

Why does it seem that you choose to lose reason

Before losing face?

Russians and Americans driven by the past

The Third World moves in the shadows you cast

Russians and Americans could turn the world to dust

So much to live for

So much undiscussed

So much in common and so little trust

From the streets of Athens and Rome the voices

Still echo to crumbling walls

Look to the past and remember no empire rises

That sooner or later won't fall

Forever the changes we still have to face

Some people say a country is

More an idea than a place

Though nothing is safe

We still choose the mark that we leave

On the open canvas of space

Russians and Americans maybe you should see

Into the heart of the world, not its head

Russians and Americans if you want to be

The feet of the world

Better mind where you tread

The footprints are

Left where you step

So here we stand on the edge of 1984