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Lyrics By
John Barlow
Music By
Brent Mydland
Lyrics

We don't own this place though we act as if we did
It belongs to the children of our children's kids
The actual owners haven't even been born yet

But we never tend the garden and we rarely pay the rent
Most of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we'll be when the bills hit

We can run but we can't hide from it
Of all possible worlds we only got one, we gotta ride on it
Whatever we've done we'll never get far from what we leave behind
Baby we can run, run, run but we can't hide

Well I'm dumping my trash in your back yard
Making certain you don't notice really isn't so hard
You're so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them

Well it's oil for the rich and babies for the poor
We've got everyone believing that more is more
If a reckoning comes maybe we'll know what to do then

All these complications seem to leave no choice
I heard the tongues of billions speak with just one voice
Saying just leave all the rest to me, I need it worse than you, you see
Then I heard the sound of one child crying

Today I went out walking in the amber wind
There's a hole in the sky where the light pours in
I remember the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine

But now it beats down on the ashphalt land
Like hammering blow from God's left hand
What little still grows
Cringes in the shade till the night-time

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  • We Can Run
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    We don't own this place though we act as if we did
    It belongs to the children of our children's kids
    The actual owners haven't even been born yet

    But we never tend the garden and we rarely pay the rent
    Most of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
    Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we'll be when the bills hit

    We can run but we can't hide from it
    Of all possible worlds we only got one, we gotta ride on it
    Whatever we've done we'll never get far from what we leave behind
    Baby we can run, run, run but we can't hide

    Well I'm dumping my trash in your back yard
    Making certain you don't notice really isn't so hard
    You're so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them

    Well it's oil for the rich and babies for the poor
    We've got everyone believing that more is more
    If a reckoning comes maybe we'll know what to do then

    All these complications seem to leave no choice
    I heard the tongues of billions speak with just one voice
    Saying just leave all the rest to me, I need it worse than you, you see
    Then I heard the sound of one child crying

    Today I went out walking in the amber wind
    There's a hole in the sky where the light pours in
    I remember the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine

    But now it beats down on the ashphalt land
    Like hammering blow from God's left hand
    What little still grows
    Cringes in the shade till the night-time