F#m7
    In the streets of New York City 
                           B9
    every man can feel the cold, 
  F#m7
    and I don't want no pity, 
                        B9
    but I want my story told. 

                  F#m7
    And the lights    shine down on me, 
                             B9
    they shine on the little boy, 
F#m7
    is this way to make him pay 
                              B9
    being born in a world of joy? 

                A                                  Amaj7              
    But like me,  he don't know where he'll go wrong, 
                              Bm7
    he won't cry so many tears 
                 Dm
    till he finds  out why he don't belong. 

             A                                 Amaj7
    Like me,   there's no room for us out there, 
                                     Bm7
    you can lose your hope and pride, 
                 Dm
    when it comes  to broken dreams 
    you'll get your share. 

F#m7     B9         F#m7        B9
    Sometimes a man     breaks down, 
                F#m7            B9
    and the good   things he is looking for 
        F#m7             B9
    are crushed into the ground. 

              F#m7
    Get on up,    look around, 
                                B9
    can't you feel the wind of change? 
              F#m7
    Get on up,    taste the air, 
                               B9
    can't you see the wind of change? 

    F#m7 
    Don't you understand what I'm saying? 
                       B9
    We need a god down here, 
F#m7
    a man to lead us children, 
                               B9
    take us from the valley of fear. 

                   F#m7
    Make the lights    shine down on us, 
                        B9
    show us the road to go, 
F#m7
    help us survive, make us arrive, 
                             B9
    teach us what we need to know. 

            A                                      Amaj7
    Like me,   he don't know where he'll go wrong, 
                              Bm7
    he won't cry so many tears 
                 Dm
    till he finds   out why he don't belong. 

             A                                 Amaj7
    Like me,   there's no room for us out there, 
                                     Bm7
    you can lose your hope and pride, 
                 Dm
    when it comes  to broken dreams 
    you'll get your share. 

F#m7     B9         F#m7        B9
    Sometimes a man     breaks down, 
                F#m7            B9
    and the good   things he is looking for 
        F#m7             B9
    are crushed into the ground. 

              F#m7
    Get on up,    look around, 
                                B9
    can't you feel the wind of change? 
              F#m7
    Get on up,    taste the air, 
                               B9
    can't you see the wind of change? 
              F#m7
    Get on up,    look around, 
                                B9
    can't you feel the wind of change? 
              F#m7
    Get on up,    taste the air, 
                               B9
    can't you see the wind of change? 
              F#m7
    Get on up,    look around, 
                                B9
    can't you feel the wind of change? 
              F#m7
    Get on up,    taste the air, 
                               B9
    can't you see the wind of change?