1, 2, 3, 4... 1, 2, 3, 4... While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land While there's the wind and the stars and the rain fall Till the mountains crumble into the plain Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying We'll tread that fine line Oh, we'll keep on trying Just passing our time 1, 2, 3, 4... While we live according to race, color or creed While we rule by blind madness and pure greed Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion Through the aeons and on and on Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying We'll tread that fine line Oh, we'll keep on trying Till the end of time Till the end of time Through the summer, all through our splendor Don't take offense at my innuendo Don't take offense at my innuendo Don't take offense at my innuendo You can be anything you want to be Just turn yourself into anything you thought you could ever be Be free, reach your tempo Be free, be free Surrender your need Or be free, be free to yourself Be free, be free Be free, be free If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky If there's a point, if there's a reason to live or die If there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask Show yourself, destroy our fears, release your mask Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying We'll tread that fine line Oh, we'll keep on trying Your heart never will be Free Till the end of time Till the end of time Till the end of time