hallelujah boulevard

everything is shiny and surrounded by light

endless rows of halos

like stars in the night

sidewalks paved with diamonds

up on hallelujah boulevard

he saw it on the t.v. and it looked so clean

like some enchanted island

like he stepping into a dream

now he's hell bent for glory

to get to hallelujah boulevard

and a soapbox preacher with

his busload of faith

fueled by his religion

gonna charge through the gate

and he won't slow down till he

gets to hallelujah boulevard

we don't need a miracle

we don't need nothing but ourselves

a boy walks the streets when

he should be in school

gold chains around his neck

but no golden rule

he says he'll do what he has to do

to get to hallelujah boulevard

and a homeless junkie knows he's home at last

knows he'll never have to watch

another rich

white man pass

and he can see those lights a 'shining

up on hallelujah boulevard

is that a sword in your side or just a thorn?

do we tear ourselves apart

just to know we're torn

so we can grow forlorn?

are we climbing a mountain

that's not even there?

building a rocket ship that runs

on hopes and prayers?

trying to leave this world behind

in search of hallelujah boulevard?

we don't need a miracle

we don't need a miracle

we don't need a miracle

we don't need nothing but ourselves