A Little Mud Hut Called Home

Every day, its always the same, its always the same thing
Get up, get to work, gotta make your way

But hey, its got me wonderin', if someday, everything could chaange

And we could go, and move real slow, cause I kinda like the idea of a little mud hut called home

And now, tell me how, tell me how to be,
content always going not knowing which way to go

Even so, I'd like to hope, that someday, everything could chaange

And we could go, and move real slow, cause I kinda like the idea of a little mud hut called home

We could go, and finally leave this ever moving, never stopping, self evolved, self involved mediocrity
And we could know, and finally see, that fast, fast, fast, fast isnt the only way for humanity, to be...

And we could go, and move real slow, cause I kinda like the idea of a little mud hut called home