Don’t Let Us Get Rich

Don't let us get rich
I like where we live
Don’t let us get rich and go crazy
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich at all

Anyone can see
The horizon is wanting
The national bird
Has a nest full of beaks
Screaming to be
Set free from their longing
Mistaking each other
For something to eat

So when Mr. Obama
And Mr. Bruce Springsteen
Talk about wealth
I, too, want to be saved
Then they say it’s the country’s
Ugly addiction
And thank God they don’t think
About money these days

Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich and go crazy
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich at all

In the sky is a line
Of funeral lilies
We haven’t been paying
For much, ’til now
No mourning doves, darling
No chicka-dee-dee-dee-dees
The migration’s started
Without a sound

So when all our troubles
Return to their sources
We saw that of course
There’s a natural desire
But honey they’re prancing
Around like the horses
Who think when it’s sunny
The river’s on fire

Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich and go crazy
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich at all

So nothing we wrote
Ended the writing
And we always owed
A little more than we made
We took our ambition
As far as we could
We went there, we got there
We still felt the same

In the sky is a flock
Of half-starving egrets
Making their way
To a Newfoundland farm
In the sky is a moon
Deep, and unnoticed
And pulling the tide out
Impossibly far

Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich and go crazy
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich
Don’t let us get rich at all