The Family of Man

(P.Williams/J.Conrad) This tired city was somebody's dream Billboard horizons as black as they seem Four level highways across the land We're building a home for the family of man And it's so hard whatever we are coming to Yes it's so hard with so little time And so much to do Time running out for the family of man One man to lead us with so much to say Moving the mountains that got in our way Prayer books and meetings to find a plan Deciding the fate of the family of man Memories replacing the loves that we've lost Burning our bridges as soon as they're crossed Factories built where the rivers ran And time running out for the family of man