Where did it go?
  Can't say that I know
  Those times of revolution
  Of burnin', burnin', burnin'
  All so cool and gone
  What was, just was
  
  We tried, my brother
  To hold on to our fate
  Or was it late for revolution?
  To tired, too tired, sister
  To hold my fist so high
  Now that it's gone
  
  Too tired brother, sister
  To hold my fist so high
  Now that it's gone
  Gone away.
  
  Where did it go?
  Can we say we know
  Those times of revolution
  Our time of revolution