How small we are, in the eyes of the world To the world, we look like fool Poor little things in the eyes of the world Wasting our breathe on You Chasing the wind, in the eyes of the world Wandering desperate and blind Poor little things in the eyes of the world Looking for some kind of sign And dumb enough to say it out loud You're with us still You're with us still Author of life Somehow we know You're with us Out of our minds in the eyes of the world Acting like somebody's there Poor little things in the eyes of the world Betting it all on a prayer Chasing the wind, in the eyes of the world Wandering desperate and blind Poor little things in the eyes of the world Looking for some kind of sign