It's eight hours later in Tanzania
When Jen lays down
Mary's just opening her eyes
Her child's feet land on the ground
and dirt scatters
And she feels left out in the open
always left out in the open
She says, "son, wear my shoes to school today"
He turns and smiles and walks away
and she thinks to herself...
Someday I will wake
where the earth is clean and safe
My children have a place to play
not here in Tanzania
And someday I will live
in a house that's built by
hands that hold the world
It's eight hours earlier in Chattanooga
Mary sits down and Jen's just put the coffee on
Katie Couric is talking news and fashion
and Jen feels pushed into a corner
always pushed into a corner, she says
"Baby I know what girls at school are like"
And her daughter rides off on her bike
and Jen thinks to herself...
Someday I will wake
where my children get a break
And there are chances that they'll take
not here in Chattanooga
Someday I will live
in a house that's built by
hands that hold the world
Well it's hard to be mother
and it's hard to be a woman
and it's hard to live in Africa sometimes
It's hard to be mother
and it's hard to be a woman
and it's hard to live in America sometimes
But someday I will wake
in a body that won't break
On ground that doesn't shake, not here
And someday I will live
in a house that's built by hands that hold the world
