| Song | Powerful People |
| Artist | Gino Vannelli |
| Album | Ultimate Collection |
| 作词 : Vannelli | |
| Look at the powerful people | |
| Stealing the sun from the day | |
| Wish I could do something about it | |
| When all I can do is pray | |
| It's a lonely afternoon | |
| With nowhere to go but my room | |
| And Sunday when there's time | |
| I think of these things on my mind | |
| And I don't know | |
| Where I will go | |
| Look at the ominous people | |
| Draining the salt from the sea | |
| Wish I could just stand up and shout it | |
| Why can't they let goodness be | |
| Oh it's a lonely afternoon | |
| With nowhere to go but my room | |
| And some day when there's time | |
| I think of these things on my mind | |
| And I don't know | |
| Where I will go | |
| Come on you world won't you give a damn | |
| Turn on some lights and see this garbage can | |
| Time is the essence if we plan to stay | |
| Death is in stride when filth is the pride of our home | |
| Wish I could just stand up and shout it | |
| Why can't they let goodness be | |
| Oh it's a lonely afternoon | |
| With nowhere to go but my room | |
| And Sunday when there's time | |
| I think of these things on my mind | |
| Oh and Monday there's no time | |
| So I close both my eyes and I'm blind | |
| And I don't care where oh where is my prayer |
| zuò cí : Vannelli | |
| Look at the powerful people | |
| Stealing the sun from the day | |
| Wish I could do something about it | |
| When all I can do is pray | |
| It' s a lonely afternoon | |
| With nowhere to go but my room | |
| And Sunday when there' s time | |
| I think of these things on my mind | |
| And I don' t know | |
| Where I will go | |
| Look at the ominous people | |
| Draining the salt from the sea | |
| Wish I could just stand up and shout it | |
| Why can' t they let goodness be | |
| Oh it' s a lonely afternoon | |
| With nowhere to go but my room | |
| And some day when there' s time | |
| I think of these things on my mind | |
| And I don' t know | |
| Where I will go | |
| Come on you world won' t you give a damn | |
| Turn on some lights and see this garbage can | |
| Time is the essence if we plan to stay | |
| Death is in stride when filth is the pride of our home | |
| Wish I could just stand up and shout it | |
| Why can' t they let goodness be | |
| Oh it' s a lonely afternoon | |
| With nowhere to go but my room | |
| And Sunday when there' s time | |
| I think of these things on my mind | |
| Oh and Monday there' s no time | |
| So I close both my eyes and I' m blind | |
| And I don' t care where oh where is my prayer |