All they know is to photograph   People when they're on their knees   Say your prayers and wear your black   And be grateful it's not you and me      How am I supposed to live   Knowing that they're dying   How am I supposed to laugh   Knowing that they're crying      When did we get so cold   When did we get so cold   When did we grow so old   So old      Raise me up to where the wind blows   Out of the ghettos oh   Raise me up to where the sun glows   Out of these shadows oh      When did we get so cold   When did we get so cold   When did we grow so old   So old