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There's a man working in a field |
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Sees the rain and it's burning |
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He's saying this can't be real |
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As he sees the color |
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Of the fields turning |
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Far away, the men too busy |
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Getting rich to care |
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Close their eyes and |
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Let it all out into the air |
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Hoping nobody else would care |
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Look out any window |
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Look out any open door |
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Look out any window |
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To see what's going on |
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In the air around you |
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There's a man working on a boat |
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Pulling lines from the water |
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Just trying to stay afloat, ohh |
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Filling the nets is getting harder |
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Far away, they bend |
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The rules so secretly |
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Close their eyes and |
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Let it all out into the sea |
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Hoping nobody else would see |
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Look out any window |
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Look out any open door |
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Look out any window |
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To see what's going on |
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In the air around you |
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Far away, too many leaders |
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Let them get their way |
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Close their eyes and |
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Let it all out into the bay |
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Say they'll clear it up another day |
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Look out any window |
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Look out any open door |
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Look out any window |
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To see that's going on |
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In the air around you |
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(Look out) |
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Look out for the big boys |
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Telling you everything |
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They're gonna do |
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(Look out) |
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Look out for the fat cat builder man |
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Turning this into a waste land |
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(Look out) |
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Look out for the back room boys |
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That say the smoke is gonna blow away |
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(Look out) |
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Look out for the men |
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Who say it's okay sitting |
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In a building far away |
