I can look out at the ocean
On the silver blue Pacific
And it's always there to see
That I don't have time to see it
It's the knowing that it's there
It means a lot to me and it makes it hard
Because I can see the pictures
that were taken at Botswana
The pictures of the children
with the flies in their eyes
And those with all the money,
And we're always taking pills
to make us feel the otherwise
How could I ever stumble or complain
that things aren't going right?
to see rainbows in the skies?
And it makes it hard when
Because I can see the pictures
that were taken at Botswana
All the pictures of the children
with the flies in their eyes
that is fanned by the winds of thanks
I am wor ried of our numbers,
I am worried of our ranks
As we fire up the Porsches,
And look for valet parking
When he sees the pictures
That were taken at Botswana
Oh, the pictures of the children
With the flies in their eyes
Oh, am I my brother's keeper,
for I do not have the power?
Is it part of some great game
that they play on the other side?
Cause it's all that I can do
to just keep myself together.
And still I see their faces
And it makes it hard when
Because I can see the pictures
that were taken at Botswana
All the pictures of the children
with the flies in their eyes
Yeah, the pictures of the children
with the flies in their eyes,
