Can I shut my eyes
A whole life till the graveyard
Can I open my door
Only so I can go out
Can I count on myself
Without counting those who bear their pain
Look at them without even seeing them
And look at myself in a mirror
It's your business, yours
It's everybody's business
The smart ones, the little people
The weak and the great
And everything that moves
Can I pretend to believe
That it never rains on my sidewalk
Could I say I've forgotten
When my final hour has struck
Is happiness just as complete
If only mine can enjoy it
Is the song of men crying for help
Not the most beautiful love song
It's your business, yours
It's everybody's business
The smart ones, the little people
The weak and the great
And everything that moves
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's everybody's business
The weak and the great
And everything that moves