with the graceful and grotesque the morning rings hear the garbage truck roll by hear the birds begin to sing their song of love and praise and may their happy sound be strong enough to raise our spirits off the ground or love don t stand a ghost of a chance i m on the trail of a storm and everywhere i look appear the ones that life has torn like pages from a book left to soldier on no shoulder for to lean i d be lost without a song but if your love wasn t there for me i just wouldn t stand a ghost of a chance from where i sit there s too many eyes crying tears too many lives living in fear wondering where their sweet dreams have all gone too many hands stirring the pot in a land of haves and have nots all wondering why it s all gone wrong now as the ballet and burlesque commence to play give to me the strength to act and not look the other way for there s a war outside can t take it lying down got to look it in the eye we ve got to stand our ground or love don t stand a ghost of a chance