One day in our back yard
They will be thinking about it
One day in our back yard
They will sleep under the stars
One day this government
They will see what we meant
One day this crazy old town
Will see people sleeping on the ground
And when it does
The rags they call clothes
Will be the judge and the jury
Of their own felt tiredness and neglect
One day in our back yard
They will be thinking about it
One day in our back yard
They will sleep under the stars
One day in our back yard
One day in our back yard
One day in our back yard
They will sleep under the stars