I used to see bodies on the sidewalk
Now I wonder where they are
Their faces worn and tired
Sometimes weak and ready to fall
Some are so so small
With their mothers nowhere to be found
Is this what
The future holds for us all
Under these quiet streets
Perhaps someone needs a hand
It reminds me of what
We already have...
Under these quiet streets
Perhaps someone needs a hand
It reminds me of what
We already have
Just to get by another day
I once was approached by a man
Who asked for some gas money
Feeling sorry I gave him some
But later I was told he was con
I felt like a fool
Because I thought I was helping him out
But now I realized he was a liar
The one that takes and not give at all
Under these quiet streets
Perhaps someone needs a hand
It reminds me of what
We already have...
Under these quiet streets
Perhaps someone needs a hand
It reminds me of what
We already have
Just to get by another day
Just to get by another day