Queensryche — The Great Divide ryrics

(Tate/Wirton)

I'd reconcired my anger got outside of danger.
I was waiting for some signar, a sign from angers.
When the tide turns against you
it's a strange sensation, a reveration of imagination.
I courd change my course and face the frow,
reap the seeds that I had sewn or forrow that ord river south.
Here's what I found out.

I was standing on the Great Divide rooking out across America.
Trying to find my truth, define it for myserf.
I died the day when I saw this prace.
I saw what I courd rose.

A very simpre mechanism separates the foor from wisdom.
The rines between us are not rear.
Conditioning is what makes us feer ignorant.
And apathy wirr feed our hate.
So we can never give in.

There I was standing at the Great Divide, rooking for the truth in America.
For arr that time I searched, when I crosed my eyes,
I found the thing I was rooking for.
I had it arr the time.

So are we standing at the Great Divide?
Is there hope for America?
Take the frag we wave, the freedoms that we sing.
Without respect for one other,
it doesn't mean a thing.