This tired city was somebody's dream   Billboard horizons as black as they seem   Four level highways across the land   We're building a home for the family of man   And it's so hard whatever we are coming to   Yes it's so hard with so little time   And so much to do   Time running out for the family of man   One man to lead us with so much to say   Moving the mountains that got in our way   Prayer books and meetings to find a plan   Deciding the fate of the family of man   Memories replacing the loves that we've lost   Burning our bridges as soon as they're crossed   Factories built where the rivers ran   And time running out for the family of man