young girl 'pon a sidewalk
silver cross upon a silver chain
she was born and raised in coney island
but she'll never make it back that way again
young boy upon a highway
walk a mile to work a double shift
but on that long and lonely skyway
there's a heavy fog that might never lift
trouble's been hard
although i know that in that i ain't alone
young mom upon a bus seat
one child pulling on her dress
another softly asking to be held
heaven knows i need so much less
trouble's been hard
although i know that in that i ain't alone
criminals along the river
says one to one
be still