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 hyms 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 years roll down.

'Cause it's the world I know.

It's the world I know.