The world can be so inhumane
And the wind can blow cold on any day
If I'm such a nice guy, then why am I alone?
If all I care about is love, and serenity
And a place to call my home
Where are the people who want these basic things
The way I do?
Where are the friends who'll come surround me
And feel the same as I do?
Most of the world has other agendas
They have no problem being cruel so they can
Get ahead, toward what end I don't pretend to know
They can be charitable and hospitable and smile at you
If their Bible tells them so

I'm too simple for a place like this
I just want to go home.