In the corner of the city There's this vibrant little kid Loves to sing and play his air guitar In the way that I once did He has all the world's ambition But he lives on borrowed time With his terminal condition, he'll be gone before he's nine
Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers You begin to see faces that you know They could be you and me, you never know Which way the wind may blow Which way the wind may blow
In the corner of the city There's a man in lonely plight So-called friends no longer visit Family stay out of sight See, he used to be a doctor But his illness is full-blown Now the very folk whose lives he saved refuse to help his own
Salvador, Salvador, Salvador,Salvador Salvador, Salvador, Salvador, Salvador
Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers You begin to see faces that you know They could be you and me, you never know Which way the wind may blow
Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers You begin to see faces that you know They could be you and me, you never know Which way the wind may blow
What you gonna do if it hits your street, hits your home? Ah hah, could you deal if you found you'd been disowned? Mmm-hmm Tell me, don't you be a judge of another's fate 'Cause the day you do You will find that a higher hand will judge you too I want you to understand
Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers You begin to see faces that you know They could be you and me, you never know Which way the wind may blow
Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers You begin to see faces that you know They could be you and me, you never know Which way the wind will blow
Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers You begin to see faces that you know They could be you and me, you never know Which way the wind will blow
Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers You begin to see faces that you know They could be you and me, you never know Which way the wind will blow
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