This tired city was somebody's dream

Billboard horizons as black as they seem

Four level highways across the land

We're building a home for the family of man



And it's so hard whatever we are coming to

Yes it's so hard with so little time

And so much to do

Time running out for the family of man



One man to lead us with so much to say

Moving the mountains that got in our way

Prayer books and meetings to find a plan

Deciding the fate of the family of man



Memories replacing the loves that we've lost

Burning our bridges as soon as they're crossed

Factories built where the rivers ran

And time running out for the family of man