What good is a man to another?
What good is a woman without?
With anger they strike at each other,
Just for the benefit of the doubt.

But when we look to the sky - we forget.

What good is a car with no wheels?
But then, with'em - no better it is.
As the streets are washed off with blood,
We long to be strong overseas.

But when we look to the sky - we forget.

As the moon still follows the sun,
Like crazy where ever we run,
'Cause deep down inside we all know -
There is still so much more to be done.

But when we look to the sky - we forget.