Short Supply

Tracy Chapman

Where are

The sunny days

The blue skies

The flowers for the children

The colors for their eyes?

Don't you see

Don't you see

All these things now days

Come in short supply



It's time that we

It's time that we

Make a space in our hearts

And open our eyes



Where are

All the sandy beaches

Fishes in the sea

Birds to sing for daybreak?

Where are all the trees?



Don't you see

Don't you see

All these things now days

Come in short supply



It's time that we

It's time that we

Make a space in our hearts

And open our eyes



Where are all the grassy hilltops

Clean air to breathe

Pure water to drink of

Beautiful sights to see?



Don't you see

Don't you see

All these things now days

Come in short supply



It's time that we

It's time that we

Make a space in our hearts

And open our eyes



Or there'll be no more you

There'll be no more me

There'll be no more children

All we know will cease to be



Don't you see

Don't you see

The things of this earth

Keep us alive



It's time that we

It's time that we

Make a space in our hearts

And open our eyes



Where are the sunny days?

Blue skies

The flowers for the children

All the colors for their eyes

All the sandy beaches

Fishes in the sea

All the birds to sing for daybreak

Where are

Where are

Where are all the trees?



Don't you see

All these things they come in short supply

It's time that we

Make a space inside our hearts

And open our eyes