He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in   She said, "I'm a teacher here, I teach the children"   And he wondered to himself there and then   All the things he could learn from her   A great mighty wonder      Think of the names you once called me in anger   Remember the sadness in Florence Ballard's eyes   Imagine all the melancholy you could find   In the arms of a stranger   Bread, bread of Heaven      Seems like nothing goes right   In the world that we were born in   But the horizon is bright   Yonder comes the morning      Upstairs they're buying a stairway to Heaven   Down in the garden, they're changing sticks into snakes   And the jangle of religious medals would   Put the fear of God into an angel   Come, come all ye faithful      Their baby came home to them, an unmarried mother   They wished that she would turn into a pillar of salt   But in the end compassion has to be the greatest family value   Hope of the helpless      Looks like a drift to the right   For the world we were born in   But the horizon is bright   Yonder comes the morning