Last days, big city What a place to live High rise accommodations Are so executive Real life, just around the corner Take a walk aroung the block Pa** by a family in the alley Sleeping in a paper box CHORUS: What are we doing here? Do we spend our time Waiting on heaven? What are we doing here? Should we pack our bags The moment we're forgiven? Oh, there's a world That needs to know Jesus loves them so His commission seems quite clear What are we doing here? They say we are pilgrims Just pa**ing through Strangers in a strange land That's me and you One day we'll be up in glory Walking on streets of gold But right now my feet Are on the pavement And I just want to know CHORUS I see a starving brother In a foreign land I see a homeless child Reaching out his hand I see a world so angry I can feel the rage I see a city dying Filled with crack c**aine I hear the lions roar The tires squeal A generation saying what is real If we know the truth If we know the way There ought to be something We can do or say We need to make a stand Take a walk Win this city Do it block by block Stand up tall And preach it without fear If we won't do it Then what are we doing here?