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
(Chorus)
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 the confusion there
When two dimes 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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
The truth will set you,
the truth will set you free (repeat and fade)