[Verse] Beneath the city lamplight On benches cold and hard A stranger makes a pillow Of newspapers in the park [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse] The old man on the metro Who hasn't got a home He rides the rails each evening, No place to call his own [Verse] He smiles when no one is looking Changes seats at every stop A plastic bag holds a blanket— It's about all he's got [Chorus] We’ve got more than enough But not where it belongs We sit in quiet comfort Though we know that it is wrong [Solo: Violin] [Verse] Children screaming in the street Go without enough to eat A dirty face, a dirty shirt We turn away to hide the hurt [Bride] How long can we ignore it, The voices cry in pain? How long before compassion Becomes more than our shame? The mirror shows our plenty, The streets reveal our blame. If kindness is our language, Why don’t we speak its name? [Chorus] We’ve got more than enough But not where it belongs We sit in quiet comfort Though we know that it is wrong [Instrumental Interlude] [Outro] If mercy has a meaning It’s more than words we say It lives in what we’re giving It’s what we do that lights the way.
