To Whom It May Concern

I wish I could read your mind
But I'm frightened of what I find
But someone, somewhere's got to try
Do we still have the time
To step back in line
Are we still breathing
Or are we dreaming
Of something we can't see

If someone could be the watchman
And someone could guard the bell
The world could be filled with magic
If no one broke the spell
But people get tired of trying
If everyone's lost their style
There's always somebody crying (cry)
There's no one left to smile (why you made me cry)

If someone found the key
To set the whole world free
Would we be walking hand in hand
I'd like to see the dream
And taste of the cream
No rich man, poor man
No weak and hungry
And no one breaks the rules

If someone could be the watchman
And someone could guard the bell
The world could be filled with magic
If no one broke the spell
But people get tired of trying
If everyone's lost their style
There's always somebody crying
There's no one left to smile

(Can we still see the dorm)
Where children are born
But are we trying
Or are we dying
'Cause someone broke the rules

If someone had warned the watchman
That someone would tow the bell
The world wouldn't lose its magic
And we'd all be here to tell
But everyone's tired of trying
And everyone's losing style
But people who care keep dying
And all we do is smile