Lyrics by Nicky Wire music by James Dean Bradfield and Sean Moore. . Where are you now?. Broken up or still around?. The CIA says you're a guilty man. Will we see the likes of you again?. Can anyone make a difference anymore?. Can anyone write a protest song?. Pinky lefty revolutionary. Burnt at the stake for. A voice so pure - a vision so clear. I've got to learn to live like you. Learn to sing like you. Went to Cuba to meet Castro. Never got past sleepy Moscow. A giant man with a heavenly voice. MK Ultra turned you paranoid. No passport 'til 1958. McCarthy poisoned through with hate. Liberty lost still buried today. Beneath the lie of the USA. Say what you want. Say what you want. A voice so pure - a vision so clear. I've got to learn to live like you. Learn to sing like you. Now let the Freedom Train come zooming down the track. Gleaming in the sunlight for white and black. Not stopping at no stations marked colored nor white. Just stopping in the fields in the broad daylight. Stopping in the country in the wide open air. Where there never was a Jim Crow sign nowhere. And no lilly-white committees politicians of note. Nor poll tax layer through which colored can't vote. And there won't be no kinda color lines. The Freedom Train will be yours. And mine. A voice so pure - a vision so clear. I've got to learn to live like you. Learn to sing like you. Sing it loud sing it proud. I will be here I will be found. Sing it loud sing it proud.