Revolution

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 --- Revolution - Los Lobos