You got the children of the world
Walking everyday to school
You got the rebels and the terrorists and pyschos
All watching that pool

You got the mothers & the fathers
All bringing it in and working it out
Got to have a world where the
Innocent are not sought out

Don’t you worry
Walking down the road

Don’t you hurry
Sometimes it gets cold

Don’t you worry
Walking down the road

Don’t you hurry
But sometimes it gets cold