Some folks' world is war-torn
Some folks' world is fine
This planet makes no sense to the untrained mind
Some folks hope for fortune
Some folks hope to die
Each man sees his fate through his own two eyes
And when it's day to me it's night to someone
And when it's night you might not want to go on
Some folks eat what flies leave
They get what they can take
Hunger has no heart and it will not wait
Rain can ruin your weekend
Or rain can spare your life
Depending on who you are and what your thirst is like
And when it's day to me it's night to someone
And when it's night you might not want to go on
All folks' days are numbered
But most folks do not care
And no man calls his coin when it's in the air
Some folks taste of Heaven
Some folks taste of Hell
Some folks lose their taste and they cannot tell
And when it's day to me it's night to someone
And when it's night you might not want to go on