Verse 1: Somebody told me Hollywood was slowly burning, So I went with my own eyes to see. And I landed in places where the make-up on the faces Telling stories on color TV. But it's hard to believe you can find, what you're looking for, Anymore. Verse 2: Somebody told me not to spend it all on Sundays, So I went with my own eyes to see, That the doors'll stay open for praying and hopin', Come and get your share, If you have a care, oh no. But it's hard to believe that you can find what you're looking for, anymore. Chorus: And the way that I make is my own, But I know what I'm in for. And it's hard to know how to get home, But I know, what I'm in for. Solo: Use verse chords Verse 3: I heard a lot of talk about a revolution, So I went with my own eyes to see, That I'm confused by the colors of such expensive clothes, Pays for so many problems I see, But it's hard to believe that you can find, What you're looking for, oh no. Repeat chorus