There's a longing in all great hearts some with wings and some with scars 
There's an angst deriding good cheer, like a relic pulled from grasp 
In the city there's a great outcry, Oh the fire! Oh the fire! In the city there's a great laughter heard from canyons over plains 
Could it be that we've been this way too long? 
Could it be that we've been this way too long? 

Look alive, look alive there's something in the world for you!
 Look alive, look alive there's something in the day for you! Look alive, look alive there's someone in this world for you! Look alive, look alive there's something in the day for you! 

In the end there will be nothing here, but the way we came and went
 In the city there's a great outcry. Oh the fire! Oh the fire! Could it be that we've been this way too long? 
Could it be that we've been here for too long? 
Look alive, look alive there's something in the world for you!
 Look alive, look alive there's something in the day for you! Look alive, look alive there's someone in this world for you! Look alive, look alive there's something in the day for you!