I claim to be this person, not selfish not greedy
Well that’s not me, it’s hard to be
I’d hate to be mistaken for someone not needy
Well that’s just me, it’s hard to see
I close my eyes in dust bowls called city life
I wonder why we live here and why we haven’t left
I close my eyes in narrow lanes and pig sty
I wonder why I can’t see the sky and all the stars

While we all chase the love
We all chase the cars
We all chase the good life
With broken hearts

I can sing to the clouds, sing to the rain
It won’t mean a thing in these packed trains
I close my eyes to begging kids and their cries
I wonder why I can’t see the stone that I’ve become
I close my eyes to honey bees and butterflies
I wonder why they fell trees and how they aim to breathe

While we all chase the love
We all chase the cars
We all chase the good life
With broken hearts

I claim to be this person, not selfish not greedy
Well that’s not me, it’s hard to be