Lyrics Jefferson Starship

Jefferson Starship

In a Crisis

I rolled over in bed to touch her head

She was mumbling in her sleep

And I listened close to everything she said

She was dreaming about the rocks and trees

Bleeding everywhere and I wrote down every single thing she said

And she said, the spirits of the earth

Are so hungry for justice, they cry

And the spirits of the sky

Are with us tonight and they cry

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we fight our way

We fight our way inside

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we find our way

We find our way back home, yeah

I rode my bicycle by her house

She was gardening in the dark

Singing to the green beans and the beets

She was wearing her high heels

Chopping the high weeds, dealing out life and death

And I wrote down every single thing she said

And she said, the spirits of the earth

Are so hungry for justice, they cry

And the spirits of the sky

Are with us tonight and they cry

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we fight our way

We fight our way inside

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we find our way

We find our way back home, ooh, ohh, ooh, ohh

And I followed every dream she dreamed

Everywhere she led

And I wrote down every secret thing

Every word she left unsaid

The spirits of the earth

Are so hungry for justice they cry

And the spirits of the sun

Are lined up on our side and they cry

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we fight our way

We fight our way inside

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we find our way

We find our way back home

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we fight our way

We fight our way inside

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we find our way

We find our way back home

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we fight our way

We fight our way inside

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we find our way

We find our way back home

In a crisis we cut away

What we don't need anymore

In the good times we fight our way

We fight our way inside

In a crisis