Another Day In Paradise - Phil Collins

She calls out to the man on the street

"Sir, can you help me?

It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep

Is there somewhere you can tell me?"

He walks on, doesn't look back

He pretends he can't hear her

Starts to whistle as he crosses the street

Seems embarrassed to be there

She calls out to the man on the street

He can see she's been crying

She's got blisters on the soles of her feet

She can't walk, but she's trying

Oh, Lord

Is there nothing more anybody can do?

Oh, Lord

There must be something You can say

You can tell from the lines on her face

You can see that she's been there

Probably been moved on from every place

'Cause she didn't fit in there

|: It's just another day for you and me in paradise

It's just another day for you and me in paradise (Para—, paradise) :|