In The Long Run (from "Thirty Years of Funk: 1969–1999" compilation)

After a season of foolish desire,
in a make believe world of my own.
Dreams that come true, simply burn in the fire
that soon will be burning low.

Somewhere beneath every strong man's facade,
he clings to the hope that there's more.
In the long run, there's a promise never broken.
In the long run, there's a heart that never fails.
In the long run, there's a hand that's always open.
In the long run, there's a way back home.

Blessed like a hero, but cursed with the pride.
Dying to make myself known.
Souls that are sold for a passion that lies are
silently drifting alone.

Somewhere beneath every strong man's facade,
he clings to the hope that there's more.
In the long run, there's a promise never broken.
In the long run, there's a heart that never fails.
In the long run, there's a hand that's always open.
In the long run, there's a way back home.

In the long run, there's a promise never broken.
In the long run, there's a heart that never fails.
In the long run, there's a hand that's always open.
In the long run, there's a way back home.
In the long run, there's a way back home.
In the long run, there's a way back home.