Most people are just living along
Humming a song
Trying to get by
A gleam or a tear in their eye
But they’re not helping push the world back the other way
Yet there will come a day
And maybe it’s this one
When every shoulder joins in
And then the world begins again
But this time — damn it — we’re in charge of the production
And we’re writing the script
And if you’ve slipped we’ll help you up
But there will be no sitting down
Until every last person has a home to own
And millions of those homes
Are inside the abandoned bones
Of what we used to call banks
And savings and loans