We need a little more clay and a little less mud A little less oil, and a little more blood A little more goodness and a and a lot less greed A little more bread for hungry mouths to feed And it's hard to know which way is best And it's harder to hear with all this noise inside our heads And it's harder to see when we're tangled in this web Of all this discord, rage and hatred When really all we need is a little more love We need a little more silence and little less noise A little more joy and not so many toys We need a little more grace and a lot less lies A little more sway over our appetites And it's hard to know how long we can last And so hard to hear while all this wind is rushing past And it's so hard to see when we're blinded by the glare Of all all this artifice and glimmer When what we really need is a little more love And if we satisfy all our avarice and lust What's the use? when we go we can't take it with us. We need a little more soul and little less sod A little more honor and a little less fraud We need a little more kindness and less excess A little less curse and a little more bless It's so easy to hoard, is it so hard to share? And it's hard to hear with all this screaming everywhere And it's harder to see when we're blinded by the glare Of these fraudulent prophets Who cajoled and sold and bought us With the trinkets they have brought us When all we really need Is a little more love