All they know, is to photograph
People when they're on their knees
Say your prayers and wear your black
And be grateful it's not you and me

How am I supposed to live?
Knowing that they're dying
How am I supposed to laugh?
Knowing that they're crying

When did we get so cold?
When did we get so cold?
When did we grow so old?
So old

Raise me up to where the wind blows
Out of the ghettos, oh
Raise me up to where the sun glows
Out of these shadows, oh

When did we get so cold?
When did we get so cold?
When did we grow so old?
So old