Looking through my hotel window In a third world country Yes I'm looking through my hotel window In a third world country The sun is shining the skies are blue And there's a cool breeze pa**ing through The plants are green it's a beautiful scene Seems like a nice place for human beings But there's people on the streets, no shoes on their feet They gotta hustle to get a little food to eat I know that things shouldn't be this way But what can I do, what can I say? There are oh so many problems And I wish that I could solve them But even with inspiration Right direction and good intention No man is an island so won't somebody give a hand For the people in the third world There's people on the streets, no shoes on their feet They gotta hustle to get a little food to eat I know that things shouldn't be this way But what can I do what can I say?