Fifty year 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're 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 go,
Away from the clouds and frozen snow.
Wherever they land, they'll already know,
That it's not like home.
[musical break]
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, without a doubt,
Jesus knows.
And it helps to know we're not alone.
It helps to know we're not alone.
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're 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 go,
Away from the clouds and frozen snow.
Wherever they land, they'll already know,
That it's not like home.
[musical break]
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, without a doubt,
Jesus knows.
And it helps to know we're not alone.
It helps to know we're not alone.