A pilgrim on a pilgrimage

Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge

His sneakers torn in the hour

When the homeless move their cardboard blankets

And the new day is born Folded in his backpack pocket

The questions that he copied from his heart

Who am I in this lonely world?

Where will I make my bed tonight?

When twilight turns to dark Questions for the angels

Who believes in angels? Fools do

Fools and pilgrims all over the world If you shop for love in a bargain store

And you don't get what you are bargain for

Can you get your money back?

If an empty train in a railway station

Calls you to its destination

Can you choose another track? Will I wake up from these violent dreams?

With my hair as white as the morning moon? Questions for the angels

Who believes in angels? I do

Fools and pilgrims all over the world Downtown Brooklyn

The pilgrim is passing a bill-board

And catches his eyes, it's Jay-Z

He's got a kid on each knee

He is wearing clothes that he wants us to try If every human on the planet

And all the buildings in it should disappear

Would a zebra grazing in the African Savanna

Care enough to share one zebra tear? Questions for the angels