Can you see the young and pretty
Confident as cops
Blooming, laughing in the shops
'Till the sun turns black

Can you see the old and lonely
Walking through the park
Pushing grocery carts
'Till the sun turns black

Can you see the corporate man
He's winning on the telephone
His possessions are his throne
'Till the sun turns black

Can you see him in his lounger
Watching TV in the dark
Waiting for a spark
'Till the sun turns black

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, 
Who are we?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Who are we?
Who are we?

Can you see the working classes
Trudging through their days
Time goes slowly when you're only waiting
'Till the sun turns black

Can you see the wise man simply
Living, loving quietly
Every breath he takes eternity
'Till the sun turns black