This morning when I rubbed the sleep from my eyes
I heard a cry coming from the outside
And wondered at it as I reasoned to why
Of course it was the Earth again

Things have not been going so very well
In fact you could say it's going to hell
Any hand baskets you'd like to sell
To help out an old friend

Everything that can has been going wrong
Sold down the river for a nickel and song
The good times Earth had is all but now gone
On the verge of a has been

With all the pollution clogging her pores
Not to mention the headaches with all of the wars
Vibrating her brain with the planes, trains, and cars
Mother Earth feels about done in

So if you ask her what her problem is
She used to say nothing but nothing is no longer hid
Just add everything onto the list
Who was she trying to kid

All she needs are people to hold her tight
Tell her all's well and is going to turn out alright
Tuck her in bed, kiss her goodnight
Keep her warm until she mends

Then start the abuse all over again...