I’ve got gardens growing, got quiet days
clothes on my back, food on my plate
got friends to help me if I call for them
don’t need anything I don’t have

got eyes to see this beautiful land
feet to take me where I want to stand
if there’s work to be done, I’ve got these two strong hands
I don’t need anything I don’t have
I don’t need anything I don’t have

some years the rains don’t come
some years floods clear out the plains
but if those waters wash this town away
I would still have enough if she was with me

I’ve got a roof overhead, stars if I choose
but I’ve no need to fly, I’ve got no itch to move
got almost nothing, but I understand
that I don’t need anything that I don’t have
I don’t need anything that I don’t have

–Glen Phillips

I heard this tune on the way into my office this morning. It seemed to speak to me about concerns I have had of late — some musical serendipity. Thanks, Glen.

Just beyond the troubled skyways
Young men dream of fire and star shine
I’ve been dreaming of my own green world
Far across the reach of space time

–Donald Fagen