Welcome Here

Cold blows the wind through the busy streets

Crowds hurry home as the sun disappears

There sits the man with the worn-down face

He knows he's not welcome here

The street singer smiles as the coins rain down

Those cheerful tunes ease our guilt and our fear

We all turn our heads from the man on the ground

And he knows he's not welcome here

But there's a light in the darkness

There's a song in the sound

There's a voice in the silence

And it's time we listen now

Who told us all that a desperate plea

Is just bad behaviour that should disappear

Who made the rules on the price of a life

And who says they're not welcome here

But there's a light in the darkness

There's a song in the sound

There's a voice in the silence

And it's time we listen now