歌詞
I walk the streets of this old city
Night is coming up as the sun goes down
Look, I look down and see the paper
There's nothing there but violence
A woman cries, another dies
I can't believe what it has come to
There's something's strange
It's not the same
Where do we go from here
All we are
Is so far
Getting better yet so lonely
And all we know
We cannot show
As a people we are blind
To the New World Times
There are people holding on
Fighting for their life
And you're worried about what kind of car you drive
There are people who are happy just to wake up alive
And you sit in your million- dollar home and cry
Isn't it strange
How we change
When we have everything we could need
One thing's the same
No matter what your name
We are all human beings
All we are
Is so far
Getting better yet so lonely
All we know
We cannot show
As a people we are blind
In the New World Times
We are all children of the universe
No less than the trees and the stars
Capable of so much love
And yet such horrors
All we are
Is so far
Getting only much too lonely
All we know
We cannot show
As a people we all try
To win the New World Times
All we know
We cannot show
As a people we must find
The New World Times
Writer(s): Bill Worrell
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