The World I Know sing and play along

Has our conscience shown?

Has the sweet breeze blown?

Has the kindness gone?

Hope still lingers on.

I drink myself of newfound pity,

sitting alone in New York City and I don't know why.

Are we listening

to of offering?

Have we eyes to see

that is gathering?

I All the words that I've been reading have now started the act of bleedy ing I into one.

into one.

So I walk up on high,

and I step to the edge to see my world below.

And I laugh at myself, as the tears roll down,

'cause it's the world I know.

Oh, it's the world I know.

Yeah, I walk up on high,

and I step to the edge to see my world below.

And I laugh at myself, as the tears roll down,

'cause it's the world I know.

Oh, it's the world I know.