There was a time when the airwaves were sacred
Heard through the ears of the world
Nobody told us to go electric
Wasn't something that we needed to be told
They keep pouring fuel on the fire
And think they're gonna take us for fools
And more people get born with the notion
That you do not have to follow the rules
And everyone will love you
And every single time
You can pretend that you know what to do
You gotta stop when it starts to get colder
To know which way the wind blows
Protest the cops and the soldiers
Gotta get down to it close
Faded dreams mixed with nostalgia
The young carried away
Voices heard, how once they called you
Get mixed into the fray
Some can distinguish the dream and the nightmare
To some those things are the same
It's easy to work up a frenzy
Progress is hard to sustain
There was a time when the airwaves were sacred