[Verse 1]
My clothes cost a lot, handmade by children
Next year, they're in a box
Goin' to a thrift store in Williamsburg

[Verse 2]
Daydream at the house, still in the shower
I've heard about the drought
But my BRITA runneth over, it's hard to place

[Chorus]
So maybe the planet dies
Maybe there's no God to hear us cry
When the air starts to make us sick
It's not a matter of politics
Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world
I hope they'll learn to love better than us

[Verse 3]
Drivin' to the store, twenty a gallon (Yeah)
Might be fundin' war
But at least my grocery bags are reusable

[Chorus]
So maybe the planet dies
Maybe there's no God to hear us cry
When the air starts to make us sick
It's not a matter of politics
Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world
I hope they'll learn to love better than us
[Outro]
Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world
I hope they'll learn to love better than us, better than us