She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir can you help me? It´s cold and I´ve nowhere to sleep. Is there somewhere you can tell me?"

He walks on, doesn´t look back.
He pretends he can´t hear her.
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street,
seems embarrassed to be there.

Just think about it.

She calls out to the man on the street.
He can see shes been crying.
She´s got blisters on the soles of her feet,
she can´t walk but she´s trying.

Just think about it.

Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do? There must be something you can say.

You can tell from the lines on her face.
You can see that she´s been there.
Probably been moved on from everyplace,
cause she didn´t fit in there.

It´s just another day for you and me in Paradise.

Dear Mr. President.
Come take a walk with me.                      Let´s pretend we´re just two people and
you´re not better than me.
I´d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror, are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye and tell me why?!