A tree falls in Costa Rica
As ice melts at the poles
A high tide floods Miami Beach
And we keep burning coal
A spark from a powerline
Sets Paradise ablaze
And eleven thousand lose their homes
‘Cause we can’t change our ways

So is it right
To drink life up
And disregard our neighbor’s
Empty cup?
It’s zero hour...
For us all
If we just stand together
Maybe we won’t need a wall
No time to waste,
It’s time for us to choose
Before there’s nothing...
Nothing left to lose...

The bananas on my Corn Flakes
Are all Honduran grown
The cocaine on Miami’s streets
Is Tegucigalpa’s own
Honduran kids they pay a price
For all that we consume
They’ve seen the drugs
Turn their beloved home... into a tomb...

Chorus

Those caravans of desperate ones
Are the first of many more to come
They come in every color, large and small
And they hold one thing in common through the dust and the famine
They’ve lost it all...

So is it right
To drink life up
And disregard our neighbor’s
Empty cup?
It’s zero hour...
For us all
If we just stand together
Maybe we won’t need a wall
No time to waste,
It’s time for us to choose
Before there’s nothing...
Nothing left to lose...
So take a step outside yourself
And heed the news
Before there’s nothing...
Nothing left to lose
Nothing left to lose...