Out in Phoenix, they’re seeing lights
In LA, they shine too bright
In Flint, they’re drinking poison
In Santa Anita, they’re killing horses

The Sun has seen this lonely place
Turn from hell to heavens gates
Far from perfect, we all lack grace
We see nothing when God sees faith

Out in Boulder, they’re drinking Coors
In Sudan, they’re fighting wars
In Quebec, they’re shooting pucks
In Kensington, they’re shooting up

We all drive down different roads
Yet we’re similar I suppose
We laugh and cry and learn and love
We slowly see what we become

In New York, they’re writing plays
In Kuwait, they’re killing gays
On TV, they’re spreading lies
In DC, they’re facing five

We cannot change the hand we’re dealt
Born to nothing or born to wealth
Birthed in freedom or forced to labor
Love has meaning, love is greater

Our hope will always stay the same
No matter what this world became
See death will come for what it raised
But why be scared, that’s just our fate
We live, we breathe, we fade away
Yet leave behind what we create