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