In the streets of New York City
Every man can feel the cold
And I don't want no pity
But I want my story told
And the lights shine down on me
They shine on the little boy
Is this way to make him pay
Being born in a world of joy?
But like me, he don't know where he'll go wrong
He won't cry so many tears
Till he finds out why he don't belong
Like me, there's no room for us out there
You can lose your hope and pride
When it comes to broken dreams
You'll get your share
Sometimes a man breaks down
And the good things he is looking for
Are crushed into the ground
Get on up, look around
Can't you feel the wind of change?
Get on up, taste the air
Can't you see the wind of change?
Don't you understand what I'm saying?
We need a god down here
A man to lead us children
Take us from the valley of fear
Make the lights shine down on us
Show us the road to go
Help us survive, make us arrive
Teach us what we need to know
Like me, he don't know where he'll go wrong
He won't cry so many tears
Till he finds out why he don't belong
Like me, there's no room for us out there
You can lose your hope and pride
When it comes to broken dreams
You'll get your share
Sometimes a man breaks down, down, down down, down
And the good things he is searching for
Are crushed into the ground
Get on up, look around
Can't you feel the wind of change?
Get on up, taste the air
Can't you see the wind of change?
Get on up, look around
Can't you feel the wind of change?
Get on up, taste the air
Can't you see the wind of change?
Get on up, look around
Can't you feel the wind of change?
Get on up, taste the air
Can't you see the wind of change?
