quit living on a platform
quit living in a tree buy groceries on the way home
don't care if your eyes don't see
you won't make it 'cause your eyes don't see get ready for a bitter storm
we don't know what that storm can be
a hot plate and a bowl of soup
a warm blanket and a sheet
i know that i am in danger
i'm talking but afraid to speak
quit staring at the tv
quit thinking of today
my mind is where my tv is
home is where i'd like to stay
stop crying over africa 
my house is where i live
my house is wher my heart is
my soul is what i'd like to give
quit dreaming of a better world
quit dreaming of a fair
we're all sleeping through that bitter storm
we're going and i'd like to stay
we're going and we're going today