Dear Mr. Kissinger

In a world that's ever changing, why can't we?
What happened to that word: democracy?
Are we acting just like dreamers
That do nothing for a stunt?
Should they send a man like Nixon to the front?

Let us gather all together in the land
We'll surround the Vatican City, hand in hand.
Just for those who may not come back,
And those who never will.
Celebrate the young man living still,
Living still, living still.

If you wanna meet my friends, there ain't many.
If you wanna know my family, they're all gone.
If you wanna drink my wine, there ain't any.
All that I got is a simple word called love.

Dear Mr. Kissinger, you know
New York's run for Paris, you should go.
We're all sitting, waiting,
But nothing seems to rhyme.
Oh, what's going to happen to this tiny world of mine?

If you wanna meet my friends, there ain't many.
If you wanna know my family, they're all gone.
If you wanna drink my wine, there ain't any.
All that I got is a simple word called love.