Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don`t know why.
Are we listening
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
That love is gathering?
All the words that I`ve been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one.
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
As the tears roll down.
`Cause it`s the world I know.
It`s the world I know.