Can you see the young and pretty, confident as cops?
Blooming, laughing in the shops,
'til the sun turns black.
Can you see the old and lonely,
walking through the park?
Pushing grocery carts,
'til the sun turns black.

Can you see the corporate man?
He's winning on the telephone.
His possessions are his throne,
'til the sun turns black.
Can you see him in his lounger?
Watching TV in the dark,
waiting for a spark,
'til the sun turns black.

Oh oh oh, ohoh.
Who are we? Who are we?

Can you see the politician,
millin' on The Hill?
Will he kill another bill?
'til the sun turns black.
Can you see the working classes,
trudgin' through their days?
Time goes slowly when you're only, waiting,
'til the sun turns black.

Oh oh oh, ohoh.
Who are we? Who are we?

Oh oh oh, ohoh.
Who are we? Who are we?

Can you see the wiseman, simply,
living, loving quietly?
Every breath he takes, eternity,
'til the sun turns black.