Fifty years from now, when the government controls our minds 
Will I still dream about home under the Vanilla Skies 
Well, I could call up an architect 
And she could construct for me, I bet 
A novel scheme as I close my eyes at night 

To pretend that we are not alone

I can see the aeroport past the trees in my backyard 
And we can watch all the aeroplanes take off from my street after dark 
We'll wonder about the places they'll go 
Away from the clouds and frozen snow 
But wherever they land, they'll already know 

That it's not like home 

There's trouble in my city, and every Tennessee town 
Is wondering, my darling, if you will ever come around 
And if you are uncertain of what your future will hold 
Well, I know so well, without a doubt, Jesus knows 

And it helps to know we're not alone