They didn’t tell me that in the concrete jungle
You can still see the sky
That in the masses of people
There’s a friend almost nearby
Or that every person
Is somebody’s person
Someone who cares
If they live or they die
And that each corner
Is somebody’s corner
That they take in the rain or at night
Or in love or with sighs
They didn’t tell me that in the city of dreams
There are still people there who are dreaming
Or that for every light through your window past 2 a.m.
There’s a human there who is breathing.