Through hypocritical eyes I see
Ugly is this world which sees the ugly in me
To speak about this world
It\'s the venomous words I seek
I know the ugly in you
cuz I know the ugly in me
So how could I ever see hope for this world when I consider myself one of the good guys
It\'s through the eye\'s of a child
That is where this flicker of hope lies
I look to my son
Six years old; ruddy face
I start my car for work and he shouts
\"Dad let\'s race!\"
My world is one of truths... much too heavy
But he lives in a world where he can outrun a Chevy
And it\'s his confidence that gives me hope
Where it once couldn\'t be seen
A hope that my world won\'t collide with his world full of dreams