Stones In The Road - Live - Her Majesty's Theatre, London

When we were young, we pledged allegiance every morning of our lives
 The classroom rang with children's voices under teacher's watchful eye
 We learned about the world around us at our desks and at dinnertime
 Reminded of the starving children, we cleaned our plates with guilty minds
 And the stones in the road shone like diamonds in the dust
 And then a voice called to us to make our way back home
 When I was ten, my father held me on his shoulders above the crowd
 To see a train draped in mourning pass slowly through our town
 His widow kneeled with all their children at the sacred burial ground
 And the TV glowed that long hot summer with all the cities burning down
 And the stones in the road flew out beneath our bicycle tires
 Worlds removed from all those fires as we raced each other home
 And now we drink our coffee on the run, we climb that ladder rung by rung
 We are the daughters and the sons, and here's the line that's missing
 The starving children have been replaced by souls out on the street
 We give a dollar when we pass, and hope our eyes don't meet
 We pencil in, we cancel out, we crave the corner suite
 We kiss your ass, we make you hold, we doctor the receipt
 And the stones in the road fly out from beneath our wheels
 Another day, another deal, before we get back home
 And the stones in the road leave a mark from whence they came
 A thousand points of light or shame
 Baby, I don't know