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?
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.

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