In the Street

Wrapped up in secret identities you're not aware of
Caught up in bitterness down to the bones
Wrapped up in teardrops and stricken grief, I can't stop mourning
Caught up in misery of the deepest kind

Do you notice I am not, who I was a year ago
I've not changed in many ways, but one's too much for me to take
Have you noticed what's around you, what's gone missing from the world
Heard they tossed it to the urn, now what you get is what you see

I used to think gumdrops would rain down on me if I just sang
Loud enough, getting soaked with my sisters, our tongues out in the rain
One day, the truth was made known to me I still can't shake it
And wish that, they'd been kind enough to keep it a secret

Do you notice I am not, who I was a month ago
I've not changed in many ways, but one's too much for me to take
Have you noticed what's around you, what's gone missing from the world
Heard they tossed it to the urn, now what you get is what you see

Faces... invading, pervading, infiltrating my mind
And my dreams, like gnomes with their caps off just don't feel right
I was the baby for four years, I thought it'd never change
Thank God for the Ice King and Elf that came and took my place

Do you notice we are not, who we were a week ago
We've not changed in many ways, but sometimes one's too much to take
Have you noticed what's around you, what's gone missing from the world
Heard they tossed it to the urn, now what you get is what you see

But it's all burned down, charred and scorched
Ashes mix within our blood, 'til we're coughing up our lungs and put in coffins 6 ft. down
We're all orphans each alone, with no place to lay our heads
If we were birds we'd all have nests, if we were foxes we'd have holes

As it is, we'll put to rest, any thoughts of that extent
No one's listening to our pleas, they fear the scabs upon our feet
We've been outcast we're in need, do you think that they can see
See our hands out when they eat, see our faces as we weep

In the street... In the street... In the street
You'll find nothing to eat
In the street
You'll find no covering
In the street
You'll find no peace
But in the street
The lame begin to leap
In the street
The mute begin to speak
In the street
I heard the blind can see
In the street
I saw two sandaled feet