she collected bottle tops to provide a meal at seven years of age
broken fingernails and the sun upon on her back that was her wage
and as the wind blows the dirt between her toes tells her story
just ordinary day with her childhood stripped away no joy no glory no
as the world keeps on spinning I can loudly hear it grown
if you threw its problems in the air you’d be glad to catch your own
if we look that little deeper it’s more than clear to see
there’s a story just like this where you are
but maybe on a different street
on a different street
he was quite the stand up guy
and everything in life was his to gain
but addiction took control and all the dreams he built was washed away
for the price of flying free he became an enemy to all that loved him
and with no place else to live he resides under a bridge somewhere in London
well as the world keeps on spinning I can loudly hear it grown
and if you threw its problems in the air you’d be glad to catch your own
if we look that little deeper it’s more than clear to see
there’s a story just like this where you are
maybe on a different street
on a different street
and the light that they possess is burning dim
there no different from you and me no no
trying to find a place in life
where they can win
ahh there’s a woman in the street
sells her body to make ends meet to feed her baby
a young boy is on the run cos his prints are on that gun isn’t that crazy
crazy
with her smile she hides it well, but insides a living hell she’s losing hope
a war hero on the fence cos live no more makes sense oh no no no no no
That’s what’s going on
lah lah lah lah,lah lah lah lah lah lah, lah lah lah lah
On a different street
Every day so much heart ache so much pain
On a different streets
That’s what’s going on yeah
That’s what’s going on
Sing it now
On a different street