Sad expressions all around you strangers of the time

Cold impressions printed on the pages of your mind

So they took it by the book, well where's the bottom line

All those prisoners in a circle searching for a sign

And where's the teachers, where's the preachers, where's the lost and found

When the leaders of the seekers are all glory bound

Still the question to be answered is "Who's to go on trial

And find the freedom for the child that wears tomorrow's smile?"

And who's gonna stand for it all?

Where does he land when he falls?

Where is the hand when he calls?

Are we too far from the heart of it all?

Who's gonna stand for it all?

Where does he land when he falls?

Where is the hand when he calls?

Are we too far from the heart of it all?

Too far from the heart of it all

Just too far from the heart of it all

We're too far from the heart of it all