Another moment slips away, then the moments turn to days
When every hand is turned away from
The ones who fade into the night
Away from pockets sealed so tight
Kept out of mind and out of sight
We refuse to face the truth that
Beggars line our "streets of gold."
We're making a change
The world is waiting
There's blood on our hands
And time won't turn back
So will we ever right the wrong
Or be content to sing along?
Yeah what we do could change it all
We refuse to face the truth that
Beggars line our "streets of gold."
We're making a change
The world is waiting
There's blood on our hands
And time won't turn back
Time won't turn back
Is our behavior the result of a distraction
Or will we choose again to let this one slide?
Their lives...to slide?
'Cause time won't turn back
Time won't turn back
Time won't turn back
We're making a change
The world is waiting
There's blood on our hands
And time won't turn back