|
The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine |
|
As is dinner with your loved-ones every day |
|
But your routine is changeless, through the decades of your life |
|
Green pastures, open spaces, holy ways |
|
And it must look pretty appealing, the acres of lights |
|
The crowded festive nights and the millions of others just like you |
|
Yeah, it must look pretty appealing, this other world of sin |
|
We keep dreaming of what other people do |
|
The person sitting next to you is dismal and deranged |
|
On the bus ride home from work to end your day |
|
And the food on your table is more plastic than protein |
|
And your intellect depends on your TV |
|
And it must look pretty appealing, the pastoral retreat |
|
The folks on old main street and the few pleasant people just like you |
|
Yeah, it must look pretty appealing, the simple way of life |
|
We keep dreaming of what other people do |
|
But we never do what other people do |
|
You're too scared of other people not like you |
