Watching and waiting for some little measure Down in the gutter we wait for our turn Wretched and cold we are desperate and hungry Just for a glimmer so bad that it burns Walking on streets that are worn by your leather The sunshine must feel good on your delicate hands Can't you see the shadows in the corner of your eyes? Can't you hear the moaning, the sobbing and the cries? Why can't we get one break? Why can't we just get one break? All that we want is to live in the sun Why won't you give us a break? Broken and battered we fight for position Hoping that someday our chance will arrive Slipping in the mud we resolve determination Gripping what's left with the dream still alive There you are passing you choose not to notice us Living in the shadows, trying to stand Hoping that someone will notice us dying here Hoping that someone will reach out their hand Falling, falling, darkness, is calling Reaching, grabbing, screaming, crawling Waiting for the day, when we'll have our say Falling, falling, falling, falling