Things I Need

The things I need come from a shelf

They all just seem to make themselves

I plant no seed and I tend no vine

And I have no feast at harvest time

I cut no wood

I bake no bread

I spin no wool

To warm my head

I put no paint

On a canvas white

To take a picture takes

Less of my time

I heat my home with electric wire

But I still feel cold because I feed no fire

And my car, it goes when my care has gas

So I don't walk slow and I don't walk fast

I cut no wood

I bake no bread

I spin no wool

To warm my head

I put no paint

On a canvas white

To take a picture takes

Less of my time

So fast

Where are we going?

So fast?

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

Where are we?

I'd trade my wage for a fertile field

For a plow and a spade and a pauper's yield

I'd swap these streets for a single chance

To drop that seed from my own bare hands

Because the things I need aren't from a shelf

And the things I need don't make themselves

But I plant no seed and I tend no vine

And I have no feast at harvest time

No, I have no feast at harvest time