The wheat waving next to you is healthy & 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 & 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