Tanzania Lyrics

	It's eight hours later in Tanzania.
	When Jen lays down
	Mary's just opening her eyes.
	Her child's feet land on the ground
	and dirt scatters,
	And she feels left out in the open,
	always left out in the open.
	She says, "son, wear my shoes to school today".
	He turns and smiles and walks away,
	and she thinks to herself
	Someday I will wake
	where the earth is clean and safe.
	My children have a place to play,
	not here in Tanzania.
	And someday I will live
	in a house that's built by
	hands that hold the world.
	It's eight hours earlier in Chattanooga.
	Mary sits down and Jen's just put the coffee on.
	Katie Couric is talking news and fashion,
	and Jen feels pushed into a corner,
	always pushed into a corner, she says
	"Baby I know what girls at school are like".
	And her daughter rides off on her bike,
	and Jen thinks to herself
	Someday I will wake
	where my children get a break,
	And there are chances that they'll take,
	not here in Chattanooga.
	Someday I will live
	in a house that's built by
	hands that hold the world.
	Well it's hard to be mother,
	and it's hard to be a woman,
	and it's hard to live in Africa sometimes.
	It's hard to be mother,
	and it's hard to be a woman,
	and it's hard to live in America sometimes.
	But someday I will wake
	in a body that won't break,
	On ground that doesn't shake, not here.
	And someday I will live
	in a house that's built by
	hands that hold the world.

	It' s eight hours later in Tanzania.
	When Jen lays down
	Mary' s just opening her eyes.
	Her child' s feet land on the ground
	and dirt scatters,
	And she feels left out in the open,
	always left out in the open.
	She says, " son, wear my shoes to school today".
	He turns and smiles and walks away,
	and she thinks to herself
	Someday I will wake
	where the earth is clean and safe.
	My children have a place to play,
	not here in Tanzania.
	And someday I will live
	in a house that' s built by
	hands that hold the world.
	It' s eight hours earlier in Chattanooga.
	Mary sits down and Jen' s just put the coffee on.
	Katie Couric is talking news and fashion,
	and Jen feels pushed into a corner,
	always pushed into a corner, she says
	" Baby I know what girls at school are like".
	And her daughter rides off on her bike,
	and Jen thinks to herself
	Someday I will wake
	where my children get a break,
	And there are chances that they' ll take,
	not here in Chattanooga.
	Someday I will live
	in a house that' s built by
	hands that hold the world.
	Well it' s hard to be mother,
	and it' s hard to be a woman,
	and it' s hard to live in Africa sometimes.
	It' s hard to be mother,
	and it' s hard to be a woman,
	and it' s hard to live in America sometimes.
	But someday I will wake
	in a body that won' t break,
	On ground that doesn' t shake, not here.
	And someday I will live
	in a house that' s built by
	hands that hold the world.

	It' s eight hours later in Tanzania.
	When Jen lays down
	Mary' s just opening her eyes.
	Her child' s feet land on the ground
	and dirt scatters,
	And she feels left out in the open,
	always left out in the open.
	She says, " son, wear my shoes to school today".
	He turns and smiles and walks away,
	and she thinks to herself
	Someday I will wake
	where the earth is clean and safe.
	My children have a place to play,
	not here in Tanzania.
	And someday I will live
	in a house that' s built by
	hands that hold the world.
	It' s eight hours earlier in Chattanooga.
	Mary sits down and Jen' s just put the coffee on.
	Katie Couric is talking news and fashion,
	and Jen feels pushed into a corner,
	always pushed into a corner, she says
	" Baby I know what girls at school are like".
	And her daughter rides off on her bike,
	and Jen thinks to herself
	Someday I will wake
	where my children get a break,
	And there are chances that they' ll take,
	not here in Chattanooga.
	Someday I will live
	in a house that' s built by
	hands that hold the world.
	Well it' s hard to be mother,
	and it' s hard to be a woman,
	and it' s hard to live in Africa sometimes.
	It' s hard to be mother,
	and it' s hard to be a woman,
	and it' s hard to live in America sometimes.
	But someday I will wake
	in a body that won' t break,
	On ground that doesn' t shake, not here.
	And someday I will live
	in a house that' s built by
	hands that hold the world.

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