People are the pulse of these streets
Providing your ego its interior of chrome
Reach out a hand and feel the heat

Your culture is alive with beat
Providing you diamonds and pearls, encrusted and sewn
People are the pulse of these streets

A worldly man all clean and neat
Doesn't help a child dancing with death to find a home
Reach out a hand and feel the heat

Your travels may have moved your feet
But did your ears hear the sad and universal moan
People are the pulse of these streets

You've plenty of barley and wheat
Why not give the nearby skeletons a helping bone
Reach out a hand and feel the heat

So if you have a chance to meet
A wandering stranger, remember the road alone
People are the pulse of these streets
Reach out a hand and feel the heat