Hearts Across Home

(hummmmm) A crowded street in Tokyo,

sharing steaming bowls of rice

A stranger in Chicago,

offering some kind advice

A child in a playground,

laughing just the same

We don't need a dictionary to play a simple game

From the valleys to the shore

We are opening the door

(ooh, yeah)

Different roads,

different skies

Same little hope behind our eyes

Different stories, different names

But a heart can feel the same (yes,

a heart can feel the same)

A street musician playing on a wooden box in Rome

A family in Bahia watching sunsets guide them home

We carry heavy luggage,

someone lends a helping hand A silent act of kindness that we

all can understand

Different roads, different skies

Same little hope behind our eyes

Different stories, different names

But a heart can feel the same

But a heart can feel the same

(ooh, the same)

We feel the same