Where Does the World Go To Hide

Said the world to the sun, "I must turn away, 'Cause my face is so ugly, I feel so ashamed" Tell me where does the world go to hide? All the people down here, they fight everywhere They destroy and they poison They don't even care So where does the world go to hide? Nobody cares what will happen to me And nobody cares if I cry There must be a reason to carry on But the pain is so bad I could die Said the sun to the people, "Now who is to blame?" But like scared little children they all ran away But where can the world go to hide? Tell me where can the world go to hide?