Cobblestone pillow Newspaper sheets Ten below zero Sleeping on the street Someday we all will have a home A place to come in from the cold Somewhere so high above the clouds Why not here Why not now Pastures of plenty For the tired and poor Still too many hands empty Behind the golden door (Chorus) Someday we all will live the dream There'll be no cracks to fall between Somewhere where everyone will have enough But here and now It's up to us Someday we all will be at peace And all of our suffering will cease There's more than enough to go around Why not here Why not now