America, what time is love?

I looked at my watch and stared at my phone, checking Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific, but coast to coast, it's just a combat zone, they've got me down, as a cardboard critic. I heard that man talk about god and trust, early this morning, not feeling too great, now loving thy neighbour, just hit the dust, no wonder I'm in such an altered state. I caught my breath, to watch the TV news, the words they say, all sound so prophetic, but they won't play, KLF, with Glenn Hughes, pass another round of anaesthetic. America, I'm looking out for that dove, can't somebody tell me, what time is love?