Who Who am I to be blue Look at my family and fortune Look at my friends and my house
Who Who am I to feel deadend Who am I to feel spent Look at my health and my money
And where Where do I go to feel good Why do I still look outside me When clearly I've seen it won't work
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable And is it my job to be selfless extraordinary And my generosity has me disabled By this my sense of duty to offer
And why Why do I feel so ungrateful Me who is far beyond survival Me who see life as an oyster
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable And is it my job to be selfless extraodinary And my generosity has me disabled By this my sense of duty to offer
And how How dare I rest on my laurels How dare I ignore an outstretched hand How dare I ignore a third world country
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable And is it my job to be selfless extraodinairy And my generosity has me disabled By this my sense of duty to offer
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