Looking back up at the hill
 Well I thank heavens I fell
 Must look more
 like myself
 Now everyone is so kind
 Everyone looks like
 a long lost friend of mine
 I'm on top of the world again
 When I'm looking
 up from under Babylon

 I had a home in the fields
 Earned my wage in the factories there
 And I was raised by the mill
 And I worked with my brothers there
 I told my mother I'd always write
 I headed west for the coast
 with the big city lights
 Now mamma I'm so sorry I've forgotten
 But now I'm looking
 up from under Babylon

 Now tell me how far I've been
 And how deep was I in
 Tell me how I conceived
 The vanity to believe
 That I would not be outnumbered
 By the thumbs I have been under

 Now stray dogs in the street
 Learn how to beg, steal, borrow and cheat
 And in the dead summer heat
 I fell asleep with blood on my teeth

 But those days before I met you girl
 Were just ice cream falling down
 on the shoes of my world
 I'm so happy that you're my friend
 When we're looking
 up from under Babylon

 When we're looking
 up from under Babylon