Television on the brainnMale caucasian, retrogradenThat’s the way I was describednWhen they wheeled me in, half alivennAnd thy will be done, I’m getting onnMohammed, Moses, Jesus, SidharthanTell me maybe, someday, maybe soonnWe’ll learn to love one anothernnI was at your swirly gatesnOvercome, overstatednYou were quiet, without fearnI kissed your rubber soul from way down herennAnd thy will be done, we all are onenMohammed, Moses, Jesus, MahathmanTell me maybe, someday, maybe soonnWe’ll learn to love one anothernnI was just eight, when you and your mates, took the United StatesnAnd oh to have played, with you if just for a daynAnd now I’ll just have to waitnnSomething in the way she laughsnMy how swiftly all things passnnBut thy will be done, Mr. HarrisonnMohammed, Moses, Jesus, MahathmanTell me maybe, someday, someday soonnWe’ll learn to love one another