They see in it the brilliance of
the place that's been prepared
Or are they just like me?
Do they only see an opportunity
to complain about the heat?
Does it fall upon the rooftops of the sick?
Lord for coming up with such a great idea
And dream about a place beyond all this?
Or are they just like us?
Do they gripe and fuss about the
When they've had too much?
Cause I'm just a little jealous
Of the nothing that you have
You're unfettered by the wealth of
Of a world that we pretend is gonna last
Well, I wish I had the courage
Start to store my treasure in the clouds
Cause this is not my home, I do not belong
Where the antelope and the buffalo roam
No, no, and I'm just a little jealous
Of the nothing that you have
You're unfettered by the wealth of
Of a world that we pretend is gonna last
God's blessed us with plenty
But I say you're blessed with poverty
Earth is just a little better
So I hope you're safe and dry in
America, because I'm feeling
But may you never be so happy that
you forget about your home
Your home in the land of the free