Walk out into the streets Tell everyone you meet, they're dying Does anyone really know Where the soul and spirit goes? You're dying And ahhhh, you're dying And ahhhh, you're dying Now is the time and place To look life in the face You're dying Sell everything you own Go walk out on your own You're dying And ahhhh, you're dying So take a look around See every sight; hear every sound It's all grace Though all things have a reason
Their own time and their own season Their own place Any moment it could change Like the sun turns into rain Blind faith So take a look around Hear every sight; See every sound It's all grace Though all things have a reason Their own time and their own season Their own place Any moment it could change LIke the sun turns into rain Blind faith Walk out into the streets Tell everyone you meet, they're dying --- .