There is no blank slate, no blank slate here So where do I begin? Where do I begin? There is blood, there is dirt on the hands Of the man that I want to love So where do I begin? And how do they fit in? Oh no, don't go, you're a symbol Now but you can be so much more But I have found that if it's sleep That I look for, look for I won't find it here There is rain there is rain that I can barely fathom Their fate is in the hands, those dirty bloody hands So they pray and they vote and they hope that their fate is good That the man will be all he said he'd be That their sons will see all they want to see Oh no, don't go, you're a symbol Now but you can be so much more But I have found that if it's sleep That I look for, look for I won't find it here I won't find it here No, I won't find it here I won't find it here No, I won't find it here Oh no, don't go, you're a symbol Now but you can be so much more But I have found that if it's sleep That I look for, look for I won't find it here That I'll look for, look for I won't find it here That I'll look for, look for I won't find it here