It's a hard road, but it fits your shoesSon of rhythm, brother of the bluesThe sound of darkness, the pull of the oakEverything is broken and painted in smokeBut there's a light on Sunday, a new old desireThe sound of the whistle calls the radio wiresLove is a dreamIn your future, I'll wait for you thereWith 50,000 watts of a common prayer50,000 watts of common prayer50,000 watts of common prayerWe'll be who we are and not who we wereA sister to him, a brother to herWe'll live like kings without any sinRedemption will come, just tune it on inBut there's a light on Sunday, a new old desireA new old desireThe sound of the whistle calls the radio wiresLove in your future, I'll wait for you thereWith 50,000 watts of a common prayer50,000 watts of common prayer50,000 watts of common prayerMy common friendYour common friend50,000 watts of common bread