Mississippi

It feels like all is over
But it has not even begun
We are living in the past
Think of all there is to come

There's a constant hunger
For something better, something else
I can feel a change a-coming
Ring them bells, ring them bells

There is something approaching
It's in the air and on the news
But I can see it most clearly
In your face and in the way you move

I act in ways I can't explain
Talk about things I don't know
How can I expect you to understand?
There is more, there is more