Your feet led you back to that old weathered track
Where the best and the worst of us shine
And the stories were told, yeah, the warnings of old
Well, they fell through the cracks in our time

Weren't we hungry once
Weren't we scared once
Weren't we shadowed and desperate and bruised

So I lift my lamp
Oh, I lift my lamp
Oh, I lift my lamp
For you, for you, for you

Can you hear the bell ring, come on gather them in
Take the weak and the lost and the frail
Where they're raising a wall, be your own wrecking ball
Be the sweet tipping point on the scale

Weren't we bleeding once
Weren't we all traveling once
Weren't we hurting and looking for truth

So I lift my lamp
Oh, I lift my lamp
Yeah, I lift my lamp
For you, for you, for you

Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
From Eight Mile Road to the Astrodome
From the whisper right through to the microphone
Let us sing you are home
You are home, you are home

There's a quarter note wrong in the patriots' song
When it's sung by that old misanthrope
But by each golden door, every border and shore
There's a million lights raised up in hope

So I lift my lamp
Oh, I lift my lamp
Yeah, I lift my lamp
For you, for you, for you
For you, for you, for you