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