There stands a house in my street Where the lowly go to meet And the lost are never far away from company Where all our cares have adjourned And opinions fall to the dust We'll take the cup And turn it up We'll take the cup If I've got nothing left inside The cages of my mind And my dreams mean something Then I'm in trouble tonight Leave us alone in our homes We have nowhere else to go Can't you see that we're not harming anyone Between the park and the bench Where the corner store begins As the breeze moves into the city square Not a soul in sight in the icy air