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