I found a scar on the pavement
It could keep us warm for a while
Twenty-four times I count my blessings
There are three more words
There is nothing left to hide
Haven't you heard the news today
Haven't you heard the news today
The truth of the day
I like the cold near my window
You like to see the sun in my eyes
They took the clocks that grow in my backyard
They stole the birds from the skies
Haven't you heard the news today
Haven't you heard the news today
The truth of the day