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I walk these empty streets, silent streets
Looking for hope, searching for hope
But darkness and confusion reign, rain down every day
In my soul, raining in my soul
And in the morning light, will we see what’s right?
And in the light of day, will we know the way?
So meet me at the pot o’ gold
Meet me on a better day, real soon, real soon
And touch me, like the olden days
Touch me, it will be ok
Yes it will, you know it will
Will the rising tide carry us away?
Are we standing by, with nothing to say?
Can we find the way?