There is a man on a downtown train
There is a woman on the iron bridge
There's a man lonely in the 2nd arrondissment
And a woman who dreams of what love is
There's a poet writing from Tel Aviv
And from the radio Tom Waits sings
Not alone I woke and girls that smoke
And the scent beneath hummingbirds wings
There is man in homage to his own kind
When happiness has formed a tear
A woman come laid down his gun
I don't know so much but it's the view from here
There's a man hauling water from a well
There's a woman showing children what it is to read
Abacus and clowns and abstract nouns
Empathy is this beautiful thing we breathe
Man observes Hanukka
Woman piles up her hair her dark eyes wild
Boy stands give mother to be his seat
On a boat on the Ganges a woman smiled
What's important is your response to life
Sunset on the slums of old Tangier
A donkey carries home his wife
I don't know so much but it's the view from here
Woman transfers her smile to you
Man undoes a man with apology
Jazz plays and the orthodox prays
And a man with a goatee gets a God shot of coffee
The books she read and the cool things he said
And all the delicious things they don't yet know
Dancers underscored by moonlight
Woman arches her back and lets it go
With a Bronx salute and a dirty Armani suit
Anybody want to share a beer
Children grown leaving home
I don't know so much but it's the view from here
There is a man photographing Bedouin
There's a woman baking olive bread
Feel the meaning in the Hadron Collider
As we touch each other's dreams in our bed
From the glorious smell of kisses
To the sophisticated streets of New York
The colour of my kind are pages deep
So many beauitful kinetic languages they talk
And the orchestra of the East and West
Take a bow without boundaries or fear
Take off your shoes and feel the world
I don't know so much but it's the view from here