He has hope for the hopeless, in this dying place.

He doesn’t do what he’s been told, when he’s told to look the other way. He gets so close to their hurt, you know he feels their pain.

He has a vision for the future, calls it paradise. He sees the planet healed and whole,

Like from the other side.

He won’t deny the evil force, he says for now it has its place. Believes the end will show us all, love has won this race.

How can he, how can he How can he believe like that? How can he, how can he God, he’s so naive.

He sees the goos in every man no matter what’s passed.

He has patience and he understands.

He’s so sincere when he holds your broken hand.

Looks you in the eyes, and gives you this smile, like he knows some secret plan.

How can he, how can he How can he believe like that? How can he, how can he God, he’s so naive.

How can he believe like that, How can he believe?

He holds out for the liars, he knows what they mean.

He shares his food with the helpless, he likes the way they eat. He says “this place ain’t so bad.” Loves the way we all laugh. Opens his arms oh so wide, says “if you could see yourselves.”

How can he believe like that, How can he believe?

He has hope for the hopeless, in this dying place. He has a vision for the future, calls it paradise.

He sees the good in every man, no matter how bad. He holds out for the liars,

He knows what we mean.

How can he believe like that, How can he believe?