Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of new found pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why.

Are we listening?
Hymns of offering.
Have we eyes to see?
Love is gathering.
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one, Into one.

So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below
Had to laugh at myself
While the tears rolled down
'Cause it's the world I know
It's the world I know