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