Time is like standing still, no jobs or money can be felt near.
Hungry on the street looking for help, but nobody seems to
care.

People need a place to call home, we need money to feed
our young and keep them strong. Where do we go from here?

Sitting here watching the folks go by its like watching the night
clouds fill the sky.

War is all we hear about, death on the streets and guns all
about. Where do we go from here?

Oh where do we go from here? Nothing but heartache and tears.
Oh where do we go from here.