Revolution - Los Lobos

Where did it go?

Can’t say that I know

Those times of revolution

Of burnin', burnin', burnin'

All so cool and gone

What was, just was

We tried, my brother

To hold on to our fate

Or was it late for revolution?

To tired, too tired, sister

To hold my fist so high

Now that it’s gone

Too tired brother, sister

To hold my fist so high

Now that it’s gone

Gone away

Where did it go?

Can we say we know

Those times of revolution

Our time of revolution