I have a house
I have a car
I have a bed that keeps me warm
I have a family
I have a lot of friends
But there's just one thing I can't get out of my head
Some child in L.A.
Some woman in New York
Some man in Kentucky isn't warm.
Some people give money
Some just change the channel on TV
But there's still someone out there
Hungry, thirsty, freezing, lonely.
As I'm sitting here in my nice warm clothes
and shoes on my feet
I just can't help but think
It just isn't fair.
We are all so lucky
And we don't even know it
But it's a blessing
Just to have a change of clothes
I hope some day
That all of us will realize
That what we have isn't given, it's earned.
Some child in L.A.
Some woman in New York
Some man in Kentucky isn't warm.
Some people give money
Some just change the channel on TV
But there's still someone out there
Hungry, thirsty, freezing, lonely.
As I'm sitting here in my nice warm clothes
and shoes on my feet
I just can't help but think
It just isn't fair.
So as you lay down your head tonight
On your nice warm, fluffy pillow
Just think of how lucky you are to have that.
And some poor child is out there
In the cold of the night saying
as a tear falls down their cheek
It just isn't fair.
