Why I know false hope We stay in the apartment on the upper west side And my worst problem is I don't sleep at night And I don't care how, I surely don't care why The woman downstairs just lost her mind, Is it still okay that I don't know how to be

No false hope Now my world is in your hands Send in the congregation Open your eyes, step in the light A jukebox generation Just as you were Well, I met the seventh son He came for everyone The day he heard the lighting in the field