I claim to be this person, not selfish, not greedyWell, that's not me, it's hard to beI hate to be mistaken for someone not needyWell, that's just me, it's hard to seeI close my eyes in dust bowls called city lightI wonder why we live here and why we haven't leftI close my eyes in narrow lanes and pigstyI wonder why I can't see the sky and all the starsWhile we all chase the starsWe all chase the love, we all chase the carsWe all chase the good life and broken heartsI can sing to the clouds, sing to the rainIt won't mean a thing in these back trainsI close my eyes to begging kids and their criesI wonder why I can't see the stone that I've becomeI close my eyes to honeybees and butterfliesI wonder why they fell trees and how they aim to breatheWhile we all chase the love, we all chase the starsWe all chase the cars, we all chase the good life with broken heartsI can sing to the clouds, sing to the rainThere won't be a thing in these back trainsI claim to be this person, not selfish, not greedyWell that's not me, it's hard to be