Are you listening to me?
‘Cause mister I called for you but I ain’t heard for weeks.
Mister, are you sitting next to me?
And when I shout for you will you speak back to me?

And when we talk, I see you nod
I see you laugh, I feel you yawn
The worst is now, the time is come
We feel the heat, we taste the scum
The thread is lost, and I don’t believe
You’re listening at all, and I don’t believe
That change will come

Mister, Is it cold in here tonight?
‘Cause maybe you’ll share with me when you turn out the light.
Mister, Are you hungry yet tonight?
I saw you in my house but I, I didn’t fight.
I saw you, on the road, by the lake but I didn’t wave.
Saw you shaking hands, making friends but I felt afraid
Saw you stealing bread this way

Mister, Is it difficult to speak?
I hear you talking but I can’t track the beat.
Mister, Is it difficult to preach?
You’ve been praying a lot but I’m not allowed to teach.
Dreams fall away, cast aside by the greed and hate.
Dreams, that were deep, deemed unsafe by the rich and vain.
Dreams that you shunned today

I’ve been following signs of promises you made
But I’ve resigned to wait another day
For policies we’ll never see and never were at all

And when we talk, I see you nod
I see you laugh, I feel you yawn
The worst is now, the time is come
We feel the heat, we taste the scum
We’ve hit the rocks, it’s come to pass
The rapture’s here, the prophet’s back
The thread is lost and I don’t believe
You’re listening at all, and I don’t believe
That change will come