This is the World

There's a blind man at the window

He's staring at the garden

His face is in the shadow

And all his words are spoken... he says...

"This is the world I live in

and no-one touches me"

There's a child across the street

Sticks two fingers up at me

All the time he's dancing

Knows what he wants to be... he says...

"I'm alive, I'm alive and I live in this house

On the corner, where I dream at nights

Of the places where I can be someone, and anyway

I was only waving"

"This is the world I live in

and no-one touches me"

It's too late to say you're sorry for what's been done

It's too late to start gain when you've begun

The blind man leaves the window

Stops into the garden

Looks straight at the sunlight

And holds his arms wide open... he says...

"I'm alive, I'm alive and these words aren't my words

They're the words I choose

And these songs, aren't my songs

But they're the ones that I whistle"

"This is the world I live in

and no-one touches me"