Hands on the fire
Feet in the snow
He stands with his eyes
Fixed on the show
These tireless people
Rush to their homes
As darkness descends
On the streets that he knows

We're a ghost of God's vision
That's somehow still unknown

But you'll never be alone
You'll never be alone

She sleeps with her back to the crumbling wall
A motherless child, merely 12 or more
She says, "How can this world be fit for a soul? "
For all that we preach abundance is law

She's the ghost of God's vision
That's somehow still unknown

But she'll never be alone
She'll never be alone

Still time keeps ticking
Time keeps ticking along
Time keeps ticking
Time keeps ticking along

You'll never be alone
You'll never be alone

A world without fear
Flesh without bone
Faith in some power
Blood from a stone
To see with the eyes
Of all that is known
For all that we reap
Little is sewn