Randy Newman - My Country lyrics

Let's go back to yesterday When a phone call cost a dime In New Orleans, just a nickel Turn back the hands of time Turn back the hands of time Picture a room With a window A sofa and some chairs A television turned on for the night Picture a woman, two children seated A man lying there Their faces softly glowing in the light This is my country These are my people This is the world I understand This is my country These are my people And I know 'em like the back of my own hand If we had something to say We bounced it off the screen We were watching and we couldn't look away We all knew what we looked like You know what I mean We wouldn't have it any other way We got comedy, tragedy Everything from A to B Watching other people living Seeing other people play Having other people's voices fill our minds Thank you Jesus Feelings might go unexpressed I think that's probably for the best Dig too deep, who knows what you will find This is my country Those were my people Theirs was a world I understand Picture a room, no window A door that leads outside A man lying on a blanket on the floor Picture his three grown boys behind him Bouncing words off of a screen Of a television big as all outdoors Now your children are your children Even when they're grown When they speak to you You got to listen to what they have to say But they all live alone now They have TVs of their own But they keep on coming over anyway And much as I love them I'm always kind of glad when they go away This is my country These are my people This is the world I understand This is my country These are my people And I know 'em like the back of my own hand I know 'em like the back of my own hand