She said, with all seriousness, "I'll take no more of this,"
This violence runs too deep, deeper than these brutal streets,
I see it in that back alley heart, I see it in those concrete eyes,
Sure I believe in brand new starts, but we're so good at telling lies.

If I could put my finger on it, maybe I could show it to the door,
Name or frame, or describe it,
What are we hanging 'round here for'

And the light keeps pouring down,
Some prayers are made without a sound,
What does it feel like to be found when you're lost in here'
And those old places you once knew, and the new ones you're running to,
If you arrive there a bit confused, you'll be starry eyed.

I believe the whistle just blew,
It's coming into focus, coming into view,
We're princes and paupers, we look the same,
We sally forth in that sad parade,
My position is all too clear: I'm bringing up the strategic rear,
See the gutter, it was once my home, but that was when I was all alone.

If I could put my finger on it, maybe I could show it to the door,
Name or frame, or describe it,
What are we hanging 'round here for'

And the light keeps pouring down,
Some prayers are made without a sound,
What does it feel like to be found when you're lost in here'
And those old places you once knew, and the new ones you're running to,
If you arrive there a bit confused, you'll be starry eyed.

There are places you call holy, there are places you'll call hell,
Once they start to look the same, who could break the spell'

And the light keeps pouring down,
Some prayers are made without a sound,
What does it feel like to be found when you're lost in here'
And those old places you once knew, and the new ones you're running to,
If you arrive there a bit confused, you'll be starry eyed, starry eyed.

Whoa,
Whoa,
Whoa, oh.