An old woman lay huddled under the freeway.
It was raining; I was late, driving fast.
I hesitated slightly, then made my turn onto East 80;
I was haunted for days.
Too late I passed you by
while you were all bent down in fear.
Strangers seem to close their eyes
when danger comes too near.
I never make trouble.
Don't like trouble over me.
Oh, how can you find safety
in this dark cold city?
Who can you lean on?
Where can you turn to?
What can you count on?
A candy store is burglarized;
All the thrills are cheap.
Too late the children realize
this time the game's for keeps.
The cards are stacked forever
against an angry child.
Oh, how can you find safety
in a city running wild?
Who can you lean on?
Where can you turn to?
What can you count on?
Half a billion people on the streets,
another half in jail -
That's what starts to happen
when the whole darn system fails.
Some try to buy their freedom,
but they cannot sleep at night.
Others out there're working
to set this whole world right.
And you must lean on me,
and I will turn to you,
and we must count on us.
And you must lean on me,
and I will turn to you,
and we can count on us,
and we can count on us,
and we must count on us.