Earth is like a church without a preacher The people have to pray for themselves Animals and birds cannot help them Trees and plants have nothing new to sell Planets are just bubbles floating carelessly Streets lined with boxes so it seems Lined up there forever by their builders Standing in the way of children's dreams So I make my way down this highway Stopping now to rest and then to eat Trying not to damage that that's in my way Looking for a way to be complete That's how it ends in the beginning That's how I plan to say goodbye Leaving bells just as the way they're ringing I'm not trying to make something die My friend Al got the message Sent it down that street with the boxes on Lined up there forever filled with thinkers Working on solutions here and gone I really want to make a difference Tryin' now to help him with a word Originating in the heart of something Worth keeping in the soul when it gets heard As we keep on building rows of boxes To think inside what we will With increasing distance from the foxes From the wolves and whippoorwill And from the crows and all the sea creatures Mermaids and the galleons of war Crossing over untold waves of fortune To finally crash upon the shore Rescued there by primitive tribesmen Living in round triangles for evermore Never ever in a straight line And always on the road to heaven's door Will the clouds and the rains come in torrents? And winds blow forever? Over the dry land between the castles Or the herds of horses grazing on the clover? Earth is like a church Earth is like a church without a preacher Earth is like a church