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 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