I Taught Myself To Play The Piano,

Caught Between The Longing For Love, And The Struggle For The Legal Tender, Where The Sirens Sing And The Church Bells Ring, And The Junk Man Pounds His Fender. Where The Veterans Dream Of The Fight, Fast Asleep At The Traffic Light, And The Children Solemnly Wait For The Ice Cream Vendor.

Into A Dancer You Have Grown From The Seeds Somebody Else Has Sown.

Oh Lord, Are There Really People Starving Still?

The High Ideals And Promises You Once Dressed The Future In Are Dancing In The Embers With The Wind.

How Long Can You Hear Someone Crying - How Long Can You Hear Someone Dying - Before You Ask Yourself Why?