Killing time in a new city, didn’t know where to start
Walking round the old museum, seeing moving pictures in the dark
In black and white, through the eyes of a stranger
In black and white, through the eyes of someone a lot like me

It’s not too late to change
It’s not enough to say sorry
It’s not too late to change
It’s not too late

Across town in the arthouse theatre, saw the ancients on the big screen
Kept my ticket, bought the soundtrack, read about it in a magazine
In black and white, interview from a hotel room
In black and white, interview with someone a lot like me

It’s happening right here, it’s happening right now
It was their story, now it’s ours
It’s more than sorry, it’s deeper than shame
What can be done?
Where do we go now?

Found my way through the business district
Met a woman holding out her hand
In every body is a heart that’s beating, under the city lives the land
It’s not black and white, we don’t always see eye to eye
It’s not black and white for someone like me