The last drop of the morning rain drips off the wino's shoes
He's sleeping in a cardboard tent, too drunk to know it's through
But the rainbow from this morning's storm can't be too far behind
Down this ally way the sun won't shine, the blind must lead the blind

Ten stories up, a boy looks out, his face pressed to the screen
He heard the thunder rolling in and it woke him from his dream
His mother's calling out to him, boy get up and make your bed
But that kid's a thousand Miles away and hasn't heard a word she said

*chorus*
But as long as the grass will grow
In the cracks of the sidewalks next to old lamp posts
As long as the birds will fly
Where the thick brown air meets the high rise sky
Then the morning sun will shed its light on the city down below
Then the morning sun will shed its light on the city down below

Inside a cab, a driver yawns, he's worked an all night shift
He sets his meter one last time before he calls it quits
And the heartbeat of the homeless still echoes in the streets
They're all wrapped in coats and blankets and don't have enough to eat

*Chorus*