So many times I've been fooling myself It's a hard hand to play, falls on nobody else Those in the city reaching out to grab hold of something They only heard about and never been shown Who do you turn to and what do you say When she's got the power and she's got the way? Does it matter at all who survives and who falls When we live under darkness and hide behind walls? Why would anyone even try To hold sway over somebody else in such a small way? Where are the answers to the problems we face? Who would teach us about sharing and living in grace? Who do you turn to and what do you say When she's got the power and she's got the way? Does it matter at all who survives and who falls When we live under darkness and hide behind walls?