Lyrics:
This tired city was somebody's dreamBillboard horizons as black as they seemFour level highways across the landWe're building a home for the family of manAnd it's so hard whatever we are coming to Yes it's so hard with so little timeAnd so much to doTime running out for the family of manOne man to lead us with so much to sayMoving the mountains that got in our wayPrayer books and meetings to find a planDeciding the fate of the family of manMemories replacing the loves that we've lostBurning our bridges as soon as they're crossedFactories built where the rivers ran And time running out for the family of man