Written by James Ingram, Michael McDonald, Rod Temperton and Quincy

Jones

(with Michael McDonald)

Heavenly Father watchin' us fall

We take from each other and give nothing at all

Well, it's a doggone shame

But never too late for change

So, if your luck runs low

Just reach out and call His name, His name

Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there

Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there

Whenever you call

Never be lonely, lost in the night

Run from the darkness, lookin' for the light

'Cause it's a long, hard road

That leads to a brighter day

Don't let your heart grow cold

Just reach out and call His name, His name

Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there

Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there

Yah will B there

You can count on it brother

'Cause we're all just finding our way

Travelin' through time

People got to keep pushin' on

No matter how many dreams slip away

Yah will B there

Well, it's a doggone shame

But never too late for change

So when your luck runs low

Just reach out and call His name,

Just call His name

Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there

Yah Mo B there, Yah Mo B there