Hands on the fire Feet in the snow He stands with his eyes Fixed on the show These tireless people Rush to their homes As darkness descends On the streets that he knows
We're a ghost of God's vision That's somehow still unknown
But you'll never be alone You'll never be alone
She sleeps with her back to the crumbling wall A motherless child, merely 12 or more She says,"How can this world be fit for a soul?" For all that we preach abundance is law
She's the ghost of God's vision That's somehow still unknown
But she'll never be alone She'll never be alone
Still time keeps ticking Time keeps ticking along Time keeps ticking Time keeps ticking along
You'll never be alone You'll never be alone
A world without fear Flesh without bone Faith in some power Blood from a stone To see with the eyes Of all that is known For all that we reap Little is sewn
