A Stab at the Sun

Open your eyes
It's only just begun
All hold hands
Let the will be done

Dawn is on its feet again
They're stabbing into the street again
But the loneliest ones
Take a stab at the sun

Standing together my friends and me
Thirty-Three on the balcony
A single file line of losers makes for a winning streak

In taking ourselves did we take a vote
Stu from Appliances wrote the note
We look down below us at the people and cars
Funny how little they look and how big we now are