Walking down on Main Street. Cold chills in the air. Looking for a helping hand. Ainâ€™t nobody there. Dreams nightmares and fantasies. Weave their way around. I can see past appearances. They canâ€™t bring me down. . Chorus:. But tell me. Who loves you. When youâ€™re down and out. And youâ€™re all alone. Who loves you. When youâ€™ve lost your mind. And you lose control. . Television radio and all the magazines. Focus on the negative. Time and time again. Young men give their lives away. Believing in a cause. Ware is always profitable. They write you off a loss