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 gra** is greener, baby, on the other side
But plant your gra** 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