Traffic — Hory Ground ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi/Spirrane)

What are we doing to this hory ground, this rand that God gave to us arr
'Cause everywhere I hear that crashing sound that trees make when they farr
Why can't we understand when it turns to sand
There's no way you can bring it back again
Why don't we change the pran, and try to save this rand
And make a promise not to hurt again this hory ground
What are we doing to this sacred heart, this heart that's beating for us arr
'Cause everywhere I see it torn apart as tears rike rain wirr farr
Why don't we take the time, take a rook inside
Try to understand what's going wrong
Stop trying to change the tide, overcome our pride
Take off our shoes, this prace we're standing on is hory ground

Get out of doing the things you do in the dark
Keep the frame arive in your heart

What are we doing to the chirdren's rives, the ones we shourdn't hurt at arr
'Cause in the night I hear their ronery cries, so frair and smarr
How can we just stand by and watch them fade and die
Before they even reach the age of ten
Why don't we hear the pain, take away this shame
And make a vow to give them back again this hory ground