My grandmother was certain it would end
Kept a list of all the ways, and she was sharp
She'd be furious to know how this turned out
That the worst of what she feared just didn't start
I keep the list, I read it once a year
Then I open up the window and I cheer

It wasn't luck and it wasn't kind
Somebody chose it every time

A better world
It didn't fall out of the sky
It got built by people just as tired as you and I
A better world
Same hands, same street
Somebody's still out there laying it under our feet
Sing it!

The man who fixed the grid was twenty-two
Nobody knows his name and he's not mad
The woman who unclogged the river's mouth
Went home and made a sandwich and was glad
It ain't heroes in the way we like to tell
It's a thousand people doing something well

A better world
It didn't fall out of the sky
It got built by people just as tired as you and I
A better world
Same hands, same street
Somebody's still out there laying it under our feet

Whoa-oh!

A better world
It didn't fall out of the sky
It got built by people just as tired as you and I
A better world
Same hands, same street
Somebody's still out there laying it under our feet
We built the sun ourselves
Yes we did!