An old man sat in the dark alley

Holding out his trembling hand

His dark eyes looked through a blanket

Wrapped in junk - out in the cold



Late at night we passed that alley

On our way down to the zoo

Life goes on without pity

On the streets of New York city



Is there a healing for a world almost dead?

Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad?



C'est la vie



Someone knocked somebody out

Drew a gun to take a life

In that game - a vicious circle

Losers die - winners survive



C'est la vie



Is there a healing for a world almost dead?

Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad?



C'est la vie

C'est la vie