Good evening Mr.Waldheim. and Pontiff how are you?. you have so much in common. in the things you do. And here comes Jesse Jackson. he talks of Common Ground. does that Common Ground include me. or is it just a sound. A sound that shakes. oh Jesse you must watch the sounds you make. A sound that quakes. there are fears that still reverberate. Jesse you say Common Ground. does that include the PLO?. what about people right here right now. who fought for you not so long ago?. The words that flow so freely. falling dancing from your lips. I hope that you don't cheapen them. with a racist slip. Oh Common Ground. is Common Ground a word or just a sound. Common Ground. remember those civil rights workers buried in the ground. If I ran for President. and once was a member of the Klan. wouldn't you call me on it. the way I call you on Farrakhan. And Pontiff pretty Pontiff. can anyone shake your hand ?. or is it just that you like uniforms. and someone kissing your hand. Or is it true. the Common Ground for me includes you too. Oh oh is it true. the Common Ground for me includes you too. Good evening Mr.Waldheim. pontiff how are you. as you both stroll through the woods at night. I'm thinking thoughts of you. And Jesse you're inside my thoughts. as the rhythmic words subside. my Common Ground invites you in. or do you prefer to wait outside. Or is it true. the Common Ground for me is without you. Or is it true. the Common Ground for me is without you. Oh is it true. there's no Ground Common enough for me and you.