Lyrics

Down the dirty city street Black-topped sneakers on my feet I raced through early teenage years And dealt with all those nameless fears Waiting as the school bell rang to drop my books And join the gang In alley fights and stickball games Where passing girls wore dirty names Over my (your) shoulder and back through the years I can see my (you will see your) Father's eyes in my (in your) memory Saying (telling you) why Jesus died upon the cross All was won and nothing lost And how the truth will set you free Yeah, and how (son) the truth will set you free I turned my collar, I combed my hair I'd hide all thе confusion there When two dimеs made my pockets ring I was a wealthy New York king Being cool by the candy store I knew my world, yet wanted more My high school colors of black and blue They would disturb my point of view Over my (your) shoulder and back through the years I can see my (you will see your) Father's eyes in my (in your) memory Saying (telling you) why Jesus died upon the cross All was won and nothing lost And how the truth will set you free Yeah, and how (son) the truth will set you free Our candy store's turned shopping mall And two dimes won't buy much at all The boy Caruso on the street is a father now in slippered feet Who tells his son as years go by How God's the truth and hates a lie It's not what's in your pockets, son But what's in your heart that makes us one Over my (your) shoulder and back through the years I can see my (you will see your) Father's eyes in my (in your) memory Saying (telling you) why Jesus died upon the cross All was won and nothing lost And how the truth will set you free Yeah, and how (son) the truth will set you free The truth will set you The truth will set you free (repeat and fade)