Another moment slips away, then the moments turn to days. When every hand is turned away from The ones who fade into the night, Away from pockets sealed so tight. Kept out of mind and out of sight. We refuse to face the truth that Beggars line our "streets of gold." We're making a change. The world is waiting. There's blood on our hands, And time won't turn back. So will we ever right the wrong, Or be content to sing along? Yeah what we do could change it all. We refuse to face the truth that Beggars line our "streets of gold." We're making a change. The world is waiting. There's blood on our hands, And time won't turn back. Time won't turn back. Is our behavior the result of a distraction, Or will we choose again to let this one slide? Their lives... to slide? 'Cause time won't turn back. Time won't turn back. Time won't turn back. We're making a change. The world is waiting. There's blood on our hands, And time won't turn back.