Mark Erelli - Here Lyrics

Cobblestone pillow, newspaper sheets
Ten below zero, sleeping on the street

Someday we all will have a home
A place to come in from the cold
Somewhere so high above the clouds
Why not here? Why not now?

Pastures of plenty for the tired and poor
Still too many hands empty behind the golden door

Someday we all will have a home
A place to come in from the cold
Somewhere so high above the clouds
Why not here? Why not now?

Someday we all will live the dream
There'll be no cracks to fall between
Somewhere where everyone will have enough
But here and now, it's up to us

Someday we all will be at peace
And all of our suffering will cease
There's more than enough to go around
So why not here? Why not now?
Why not here? Why not now?

Why not here? Why not now?
Why not here? Why not now?
Why not here? Why not now?