I go back to old Jerusalem and the man who ran that store He was cheating all
non-Arabs who would come inside his door I felt the malice and the hatred,
the sick joy in what he did And in disgust I turned and quickly walked away I'd seen
it in his eyes, heard it in his voice The hatred that would wreak itself on me But
today I cannot turn and walk away He's here to stay I go back to old Jerusalem
and another Arab man Who spoke with keen intelligence of the history of the land
With wisdom in his words and ways and kindness in his hands And I wished that I
had had more time to stay I saw it in his eyes, heard it in his voice The gentleness
that started from the soul Now I wish that I could hear what he would say to me today
Maybe he'd explain the rage that drives the hearts and minds Of the ones who've
charged their consciences to rejoice in fratricide Maybe he'd explain just what
would make so many choose They took their brothers with them screaming into hell To
believe that they were really doing well
Now back in old Jerusalem, there's just an empty store And the blindness of jihad now
runs red rivers out the door So I cry to God for wisdom that will stop this flow of
blood And for courage and compassion, let's stand high against the flood I've
seen it in Jerusalem, you've seen it on the screen So many filled with hatred,
lies and fear And today we can't forget and walk away We've got to pray
No time left to walk or even look away We've got to pray I said no time left to
walk or even look away We've got to pray