Big city full of people,
fire and people,
and walking through streets finding
coins by the way.

Coins, little pieces of life. The means
that make up our masterpieces.
The moments that build to our entire lives.

Made by pennies and nickels we cast away.
But what if we saved them, oh if we saved them and oh if we gave them away
what needs we could meet, what lives we could create.

Just some copper here, some nickel there.
And then the walls would crash down on wall street,
we'd swim in manna
and a such a broad smile would sit
on the face of a city no longer hungry.

Oh if we saved them, oh if we gave them away,
those little coppers, little nickels,
the coins that make up our lives.