The last fall of the morning rain drips off the wino's shoes    He's sleeping in a cardboard tent too drunk to know its through    But the rainbow from this morning sun can't be too far behind    Down his alley where the sun won't shine the blind must lead the blind       Ten stories up the boy looks out his face pressed to the screen    He heard the thunder rolling in it woke him from his dream    And his mother's calling out to him boy get up and make your bed    But that kid's a thousand miles away hasn't heard a word she said       CHORUS:    But as long as the grass will grow    In the cracks of the sidewalk    Next to the old lampposts    As long as the birds will fly    In the thick broken air against a highrise sky    Then the morning sun will shed it's light    On the city down below       Inside a cab, the driver yawns, he's worked an all night shift    He sets his meter one last time before he call it quits    The heartbeat of the homeless still echoes in the streets    They're all wrapped in coats and blankets don't have enough to eat       CHORUS