Lyrics:

In The Streets Of New York City
evry Man Can Feel The Cold.
and I Dont Want No Pity,
but I Want My Story Told.

when The Lights Shine Down On Me,
they Shine On The Little Boy.
is This Way To Make Him Pay;
beng Born In A World Of Joy.

but Like Me
he Dont Know Where Hell Go Wrong;
he Wont Cry So Many Tears
till He Finds Out Why He Dont Belong Like Me.

theres No Room For Us Out There;
you Can Lose Your Hope And Pride.
when It Comes To Broken Dreams
youll Get Your Share.
sometime A Man Breaks Down,
and The Good Thing He Is Looking For
are Crushed Into The Ground.

get On Up, Look Around;
cant You Feel The Wind Of Change
get On Up, Taste The Air;
cant You See The Wind Of Change;

dont You Understand What Im Sayin,
we Need A God Down There.
a Man To Lead Us Children,
take Us From The Valley Of Fear.

make The Lights Shine Down On Us,
show Us The Road To Go.
help Us Survive, Make Us Arrive,
teach Us What We Need To Know.

but Like Me
he Dont Know Where Hell Go Wrong;
he Wont Cry So Many Tears
till He Finds Out Why He Dont Belong Like Me.

theres No Room For Us Out There;
you Can Lose Your Hope And Pride.
when It Comes To Broken Dreams
youll Get Your Share.
sometime A Man Breaks Down,
and The Good Thing He Is Looking For
are Crushed Into The Ground.

get On Up, Look Around;
cant You Feel The Wind Of Change
get On Up, Taste The Air;
cant You See The Wind Of Change;

get On Up ...