They don't know were they're going
They don't know where they stand
If there is a heaven,
where is the angels hand
We know where they're going,
and see the life they lead,
and we can make some choices,
but hope they'll never know,
hope they never ask
Do we see?
Do we hear?
Do we care?
Will we help?
Will our love be there?
We hope there are solutions
where we are not involved
so we can keep pretending
there is nothing we can do
We can't make it change
But we see,
and we hear
Will we share?
Will we help?
Do we care?
(guitar solo)
If they knew that we see them
If they knew what we hear
how could they ever understand
we don't
think we have to share