Cold impressions printed on the pages of your mind
So they took it by the book, well where's the bottom line
All those prisioners in a circle searching for a sign.

And where's the teachers, where's the preachers,
Where's the lost and found
When the leaders of the seekers are all glory bound
Still the question to be answered is "Who's to go on trial,
And find the freedom for the child that wears tomorrow's smile?"

And who's gonna stand for it all?
Where does he land when he falls?
Where is the hand when he calls?
Are we too far from the heart of it all?

Who's gonna stand for it all?
Where does he land when he falls?
Where is the hand when he calls?
Are we too far from the heart of it all?

Too far from the heart of it all...
Just too far from the heart of it all...
We're too far from the heart of it all...