Now I walk the streets of the city, people everywhere, none of them know my name.I see some things that are pretty, trouble in the air, somehow even I'm to blame.These buildings so tall, where are they going, reaching clear up to the sky.Make me feel small, lost without knowing where I am going or why.Tomorrow hangs like a promise, will it let me down like it did yesterday.Can't count on nobody's promise, people turn around without pleasure or dismay.But that don't seem right, not if love's flowing, not if we're really alive.The road to the light, must be worth knowing, if we all have to die.But that don't seem right, not if love's flowing, not if we're really alive.The road to the light, must be worth knowing, if we all plan to survive.Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah.