Tekstovi: Newsboys. Take Me to Your Leader. It's All Who You Know.

For the want of a marker, the doctors lost their place
For the want of a cut-line, they couldn't lift his face
For the want of a face lift, his ratings dropped
Then the sitcom folded, then the network flopped

After the climb
After time turns designs to despair
It is good, nothing's fair
It's all who you know

For the want of a cough drop, the musher's throat went hoarse
For the want of direction, the huskies went off course
Then the sled got snowbound, it took some time to free 'em
Now they're on display inside the British museum

After the climb
After time turns designs to despair
It is good, nothing's fair
It's all who you know

And after the fall
After all of our strivings are dust
Even so, good for us
It's all who you know

For the want of a compass, we'd be shuffling charts
For the want of good radar, we'd be glacier parts
For the want of a lighthouse, can't you see?
We'd be lost at sea, lost at sea

After the climb
After time turns designs to despair
It is good, nothing's fair
It's all who you know

And after the fall
After all of our strivings are dust
Even so, good for us
It's all who you know