The air is full of dust and smoke and ash.
The streets are full of rubble and debris,
Of broken bodies, glass, and burning trash;
The air is full of dust and smoke and ash.
The news is full of pictures of the crash --
The skyline's emptiness is all I see.
The air is full of dust and smoke and ash,
The streets are full of rubble and debris.
But someone out there cared enough to write
"We heard it on the news -- are you all right?"
And someone cared enough to call and say
"We're here for you, thank god that you're okay..."
........CHORUS:
........Join hands across a continent
........And dream a dream of home
........And all the things it represents...
........Join hands across a continent.
........With this small comfort, be content:
........You never stand alone.
........Join hands across a continent
........And dream a dream of home.
Somebody tore a hole out of my sky
And with it tore a hole out of my heart.
How can I find the breath to ask them why?
Somebody tore a hole out of my sky.
Forgive me if I turn away and cry;
It hurts too much. I don't know where to start.
Somebody tore a hole out of my sky
And with it tore a hole out of my heart.
But through the fear and through the rising fire
A hundred hands reach out across the wire
And through the pain and terror of the day
A thousand voices call across and say:
........BRIDGE (or ALT CHORUS):
........Take some small comfort, if you can,
........In knowing we are near
........With open hearts and loving hands.
........Take some small comfort, if you can
........In knowing someone understands
........And we are always here.
........Take some small comfort, if you can,
........In knowing we are near.
Forgive me if my words are less than sure:
Believe me when I say I'm glad you're here.
The skyline is no comfort anymore.
Forgive me if my words are less than sure,
But somehow, I know that we will endure,
For though the sky is dark, I know you're near.
Forgive me if my words are less than sure:
Believe me when I say I'm glad you're here.
And people out there care enough to cry
For broken pieces of another's sky;
And offer hands, and help me find the way
To smile through my tears and softly say:
........CHORUS:
........Join hands across a continent
........And dream a dream of home
........And all the things it represents...
........Join hands across a continent.
........With this small comfort, be content:
........You never stand alone.
........Join hands across a continent
........And dream a dream of home.
........Join hands across a continent
........And dream a dream of home.