Lyrics:

This tired city was somebody's dream
Billboard horizons as black as they seem
Four level highways across the land
We're building a home for the family of Man

One man to lead us with so much to say
Moving the mountains that got in our way
Prayer books and meetings to find a plan
Deciding the fate of the family of Man

And it's so hard
Whatever are we coming to?
Yes, it's so, so damn hard
With so little time and so much to do

Memories replacing the loves that we've lost
Burning our bridges as soon as they're crossed
Factories built where the rivers ran
Time's running out for the family of Man

And it's so, so damn hard
Whatever are we coming to?
Yes, it's so, it's so hard
With so little time and so much to do

(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)
(So hard, the family of Man)...