The angels are jealous again
Of how man walks the line
You can hear them composing
Pathetic petitions to the Divine
Can I be, can I be something special too?
Can I be something fine?
Can I be, can I be halfway in between
The Earth and the sky?
But God says "No, that is not how I operate
You angels and men you both got lucky
In different ways
You can hear them too down there
Complaining all day, listen"
Can I be, can I be, up there in the clouds
Can I be out of time
Can I be, can I be dressed in white with wings
Up in the sky?
The grass is greener, baby, on the other side
But plant your grass in your own yard
And it grows wild
It starts with dirt and then it reaches for the sky
Da da dum da da dum etc