Has our conscience shown? Has the sweet breeze blown? Has all the kindness gone? Hope still lingers on I drink myself of new found pity Sitting alone in New York City And I don't know why... Are we listening - To hymns of offering? Have we eyes to see - That love is gathering? All the words that I've been reading Have now started the act of bleeding Into one... into one So I walk up on high, And I step to the edge, To see my world below... And I laugh at myself, While the tears roll down, 'Cause it's the world I know... Oh, it's the world I know... I drink myself of new found pity Sitting alone in New York City And I don't know why... So I walk up on high, And I step to the edge, To see my world below... And I laugh at myself, While the tears roll down, 'Cause it's the world I know... Oh, it's the world I know... So I walk up on high, And I step to the edge, To see my world below... And I laugh at myself, While the tears roll down, 'Cause it's the world I know... Oh, it's the world I know...