On a Street Called Hope

I took a room in a house of gloom

Somewhere I could hide my sorrow

There I hoped to find a way to ease my mind

Couldn't face the cruel tomorrow

I sat until the hours of three or four

Thinkin' doesn't help, it seems

I crept to bed and cried myself to sleep once more

Then I had the perfect dream

'Cause I was standin' in a street called Hope

In a town named Freedom

And each clock pointed to the hour of love

Upon the street called Hope

At the house of Welcome

That's where he'll open the door of love

When I awoke the following day

Every doubt had left my mind

My dream had taught me what the prophets say

"Those who seek will always find"

I ran down the stairs and out into the street

Lookin' for the nearest phone

We both said sorry and decided to meet

To find ourselves a happy home

You guess, we're really lookin' for a street called Hope

In a town named Freedom

Where each clock is pointing to the hour of love

Upon the street called Hope

At the house of Welcome

That's where he'll open the door of love

Well, we're lookin' for a street called Hope

In a town named Freedom

Where each clock is pointing to the hour of love

Upon a street called Hope

At the house of Welcome

That's where he'll open the door of love

Well, we're lookin' for a street called Hope

In a town named Freedom

Where each clock is pointing to the hour of love

Upon a street called Hope