Fifty years from now, when the government controls our minds Will I still dream about home under the Vanilla Skies Well, I could call up an architect And she could construct for me, I bet A novel scheme as I close my eyes at night
[To pretend that we are not alone]
I can see the aeroport past the trees in my backyard And we can watch all the aeroplanes take off from my street after dark We’ll wonder about the places they’ll go Away from the clouds and frozen snow But wherever they land, they’ll already know
[That it’s not like home!]
There’s trouble in my city, and every Tennessee town Is wondering, my darling- if you will ever come around And if you are uncertain of what your future will hold Well, I know so well, without a doubt- Jesus knows