David Byrne - One Fine Day - Brooklyn Youth Chorus

“It often seems as if the world is going straight to Hell,” the musician said in a statement. “I wake up in the morning, I look at the paper, and I say to myself, ‘Oh no!’ Often I’m depressed for half the day. I imagine some of you feel the same. Recently, I realized this isn’t helping. Nothing changes when you’re numb. So, as a kind of remedy, and possibly as a kind of therapy, I started collecting good news. Not schmaltzy, feel-good news, but stuff that reminded me, ‘Hey, there’s positive stuff going on! People are solving problems and it’s making a difference!’ I began telling others about what I’d found.” - David Byrne 

Saw the wanderin' eye, inside my heart Shouts and battle cries, from every part I can see those tears, every one is true When the door appears, I'll go right through, oh 

In a small dark room- where I will wait Face to face I find- I contemplate Even though a man- is made of clay Everything can change- that one fine- One fine day, one fine day, one fine day.

Then before my eyes, is standing still I beheld it there, a city on a hill I complete my tasks, one by one I remove my masks, when I am done.  Than a piece of mind fell over me In these troubled times I can still can see We can use the stars to guide the way  Is is not that far, that one fine 

One fine day, one fine day, one fine day.