Текст песни Things I Need

The things I need come from a shelf They all just seem to make themselves I plant no seed and I tend no vine And I have no feast at harvest time I cut no wood I bake no bread I spin no wool To warm my head I put no paint On a canvas white To take a picture takes Less of my time I heat my home with electric wire But I still feel cold because I feed no fire And my car, it goes when my care has gas So I don't walk slow and I don't walk fast I cut no wood I bake no bread I spin no wool To warm my head I put no paint On a canvas white To take a picture takes Less of my time So fast Where are we going? So fast? Where are we going? Where are we going? Where are we? I'd trade my wage for a fertile field For a plow and a spade and a pauper's yield I'd swap these streets for a single chance To drop that seed from my own bare hands Because the things I need aren't from a shelf And the things I need don't make themselves But I plant no seed and I tend no vine And I have no feast at harvest time No, I have no feast at harvest time