Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I dream myself of newfound pity,
Sit alone in New York City and I don't know why

Are we listening,
To hymns of offering?
Have we the eyes to see?
Love is gathering.
All the words that I've been reading,
Have now started the act; I'm 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 a world I know
Oh it's a world I know.
Know, the world I know.