Fifty years from now, when the government controls our minds   Will I still dream about home under the Vanilla Skies   Well, I could call up an architect   And she could construct for me, I bet   A novel scheme as I close my eyes at night      [To pretend that we are not alone]      I can see the aeroport past the trees in my backyard   And we can watch all the aeroplanes take off from my street after dark   We’ll wonder about the places they’ll go   Away from the clouds and frozen snow   But wherever they land, they’ll already know      [That it’s not like home!]      There’s trouble in my city, and every Tennessee town   Is wondering, my darling- if you will ever come around   And if you are uncertain of what your future will hold   Well, I know so well, without a doubt- Jesus knows      [and it helps to know we’re not alone]