C'est La Vie

An old man sat in the dark alley

Holding out his trembling hand

His dark eyes looked through a blanket

Wrapped in junk - out in the coldLate at night we passed that alley

On our way down to the zoo

Life goes on without pity

On the streets of New York cityIs there a healing for a world almost dead?

Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad?C'est la vieSomeone knocked somebody out

Drew a gun to take a life

In that game - a vicious circle

Losers die - winners surviveC'est la vieIs there a healing for a world almost dead?

Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad?C'est la vie

C'est la vie