|John Paul Jones/Jimmy Page/Robert Plant|
Her face is cracked from smiling, all the fears that she's been hiding,
And it seems pretty soon everybody's gonna know.
And her voice is sore from shouting, cheering winners who are losing,
And she worries if their days are few and soon they'll have to go.
*My, my, my, I'm so happy, I'm gonna join the band,
She hears them talk of new ways to protect the home she lives in,
Her name is Brown or White or Black, you know her very well,
There is a train that leaves the station heading for your destination,