Another moment slips away, then the moments turn to days When every hand is turned away from The ones who fade into the night Away from pockets sealed so tight Kept out of mind and out of sight We refuse to face the truth that Beggars line our "streets of gold"
We're making a change The world is waiting There's blood on our hands And time won't turn back
So will we ever right the wrong Or be content to sing along? Yeah what we do could change it all We refuse to face the truth that Beggars line our "streets of gold"
We're making a change The world is waiting There's blood on our hands And time won't turn back
Time won't turn back
Is our behavior the result of a distraction Or will we choose again to let this one slide? Their lives...to slide? 'Cause time won't turn back Time won't turn back
Time won't turn back
We're making a change The world is waiting There's blood on our hands And time won't turn back
