Lyrics:

In The Corner Of The City
theres This Vibrant Little Kid
loves To Sing And Play His Air Guitar
in The Way That I Once Did
he Has All The Worlds Ambition
but He Lives On Borrowed Time
with His Terminal Condition, Hell Be Gone Before Hes Nine

sometimes When You Look In The Eyes Of Strangers
you Begin To See Faces That You Know
they Could Be You And Me, You Never Know
which Way The Wind May Blow
which Way The Wind May Blow

in The Corner Of The City
theres A Man In Lonely Plight
so-Called Friends No Longer Visit
family Stay Out Of Sight
see, He Used To Be A Doctor
but His Illness Is Full-Blown
now The Very Folk Whose Lives He Saved Refuse To Help His Own

salvador, Salvador, Salvador,salvador
salvador, Salvador, Salvador, Salvador

sometimes When You Look In The Eyes Of Strangers
you Begin To See Faces That You Know
they Could Be You And Me, You Never Know
which Way The Wind May Blow

sometimes When You Look In The Eyes Of Strangers
you Begin To See Faces That You Know
they Could Be You And Me, You Never Know
which Way The Wind May Blow

what You Gonna Do If It Hits Your Street, Hits Your Home
ah Hah, Could You Deal If You Found Youd Been Disowned
mmm-Hmm Tell Me, Dont You Be A Judge Of Anothers Fate
cause The Day You Do
you Will Find That A Higher Hand Will Judge You Too
i Want You To Understand

sometimes When You Look In The Eyes Of Strangers
you Begin To See Faces That You Know
they Could Be You And Me, You Never Know
which Way The Wind May Blow

sometimes When You Look In The Eyes Of Strangers
you Begin To See Faces That You Know
they Could Be You And Me, You Never Know
which Way The Wind Will Blow

sometimes When You Look In The Eyes Of Strangers
you Begin To See Faces That You Know
they Could Be You And Me, You Never Know
which Way The Wind Will Blow

sometimes When You Look In The Eyes Of Strangers
you Begin To See Faces That You Know
they Could Be You And Me, You Never Know
which Way The Wind Will Blow