We don't care it's not affecting us here
I feel for those there but not enough to share
I, me, mine never seemed so real
You got it bad maybe I'll help you next year
Water may flow and winds may roar
You may find yourself on the floor
People will run
People will implore
"Oh, God help us !" but you know he's never home this time of year
Watching the suffering
The TV screen tears
Feel so sad but then soon back to me
You, your, and yours
Feel the pain
Feel the fear
Watching you now we'd send money if you were here
These words bleed
It's just death, doom and gloom
Not much more on the printed page here
I once walked uphill both ways barefoot in snow
Can't see why you don't see the way we should go