Look around at all these
people floating in the breeze.
Sitting under trees,
swimmimg with the leaves.
Take a peek at me,
take a peek at you.
Take my hand and
I'll help you through.

These songs we sing,
coming from our mouths.
These songs we sing,
get up, scream and shout.
All I want to do is collapse right now,
all I want to do is fall right down.
But these songs we sing
pull me back up.
Yeah, these songs we sing
help me get up.

Look at this sadness and the hate.
We'll never get anywhere at this rate.
No one likes him, no one likes her -
but somehow we'll make it, that's for sure.
Take a peek at me,
take a peek at you.
Take my hand and
I'll help you through.

These songs we sing
now we've come to the end.
These songs we sing,
well let's sing them again.
And cause the world is so sick,
we'll try and try to get it fixed.
But these songs we sing
pull me back up.
Yeah, one day these songs we sing
might help us both up.