WELL THE CONCRETE HIGHWAY HANGS ABOVE THE RAILROAD THAT LEADS OUT OF TOWN METAL ON METAL STEEL OVER STEEL IN CARDBOARD BOXES BY THE RIVER HIDDEN BY THE CITY HUSTLE IN AN OCEAN OF PEOPLE CHILDREN FEEL, SING AND PLAY, PRAYER AFTER PRAYER THEY PRAY AND PRAY DOES ANYBODY CARE AROUND HERE? THAT WE'RE DROWNING IN OUR OWN TEARS AS THE WORLD FORGETS ABOUT US THE LAST GREAT HOPE IS LOVE THROUGH FRUITLESS FIELDS AND TENEMENT SHACKS THESE RAILROAD TRACKS KEEP RUNNING WHILE SHE'S WISHING FOR A ONE WAY TICKET OUT OF HERE LIKE HER MOTHER'S MOTHER AND HER MOTHER BEFORE HER SHE WORKS THIS FACTORY FOR PENNIES AN HOUR LIFETIMES OF UNANSWERED PRAYERS TO A GOD SHE KNOWS IS THERE DOES ANYBODY CARE AROUND HERE? THAT WE'RE DROWNING IN OUR OWN TEARS (CHORUS) WELL IT GETS MORE HIDDEN EVERYDAY IN THE THINGS WE DON'T DO AND SAY WHEN WE TURN OUR BACKS AND WALK AWAY WELL LOVE IS MORE THAN JUST A WORD IT'S THE HOPE LEFT IN THIS WORLD CAN WE JUST STOP AND CARE AROUND HERE BEFORE WE'RE DROWNING IN OUR OWN TEARS (CHORUS)