Roger Hodgson

Well there's crying in the kitchen
and there's fighting on the street
And there's cocaine in the schoolyard
yet my heart don't miss a beat
I can't let go, no he can't let go
And the preacher's on the telly
and he's handing me the phone
Got an ulcer in his belly and a torment in his soul
He can't let go, no he can't let go
Everybody wants a contribution
Telling me they've got the best solution
No one wants the carousel to slowdown
Seems to me we're heading for a showdown