Dr. I've got a problem with my imagination I don't use it anymore Well I close my eyes And I try to see all the people living life in peace But when I close my eyes All I see is what's in front of me And Dr. I've got a problem with this consolation I don't want it anymore In this candy land The clutching hand always reaching We take care of ourselves While the rest are weeping Once upon a time there was a little baby Bringing light to the world As the stories go Everyone knows a child messenger of peace So if not through us then through them Would you speak Cause I've got a problem with my imagination I need you to help me see Promise me