Every time I see the Dakota I think about that night
Shots ringing out, the angry shouts, a man losing his life
Well its something we shouldn't dwell upon
but its something we shouldn't ignore
Too many good men have been cut down
Lets pray there won't be anymore
Rush hour traffic was bottled up, we slowly inched by
I didn't want to look but I couldn't help staring at the scene of the crime
There was an old man sweeping last night's dirt out of the darkened vestibule
And a uniformed guard in gold trimmed cap watchin the world pass in review
But every time I see the Dakota I think about that night
Shots ringing out, the angry shouts, a man losing his life
Well its something we shouldn't dwell upon
but its something we shouldn't ignore
Too many good men have been cut down
Lets pray there won't be anymore
I don't believe in coincidence
so why then on the radio
did an old familiar voice
echo back from not so long ago
he said "imagine all the people...living life in peace"
well thats hard to do when your on this blood-stained street.
I wish I had the answer to this simple question why
I wish this taxi would go faster oh I wish the driver would try
to leave this street and leave this old building far behind
I wish I could take these bitter thoughts and just shake them from my mind
But every time I see the Dakota I still think of that night
shots ringing out, the angry shouts, a man losing his life
Well its something we shouldn't dwell upon
but its something we shouldn't ignore
Too many good men have been cut down
Lets pray there won't be anymore
..."Imagine all the people...living life in peace"...
