Where are the amber waves of grain 
When one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain 
Under the overpass they build a fire for heat 
They can't remember when they had a meal to eat 

Some sleep in doorways waiting for the day 
Some sleep in boxes we have thrown away 

Under the red, white and blue 
Right down the street in our view 
We're not doing all we can do 
To shelter the homeless few 
Shelter the homeless few 

Standing in line for soup and bread 
Hoping tonight the downtown mission has a bed 
Dreaming about the home they thought they'd never lose 
Sleeping on benches covered by the daily news 

People who pass them by just turn their heads 
Making them feel like they've been left for dead 

Under the red, white and blue 
Right down the street from our pew 
We're not doing all we can do 
To shelter the homeless few 
Shelter the homeless few 

It's up to me 
It's up to you 
We're not doing all we can do 
To shelter the homeless few 
Shelter the homeless few