Men Are Building Sand

[Verse 1]
See the beams of steel as they rise
Higher almost touching the skies
Making room for the city's wealth
Brick by brick from the storage shelf
Not for those who are ill of health

[Chorus]
Men are building sand
How intriguing, quite deceiving
In my hand

[Verse 2]
Tearing down the forest of wood
Building on the land that was good
All the trees are becoming scarce
Beams replacing what once was grass
No more sand it's been turned to glass

[Chorus]
Men are building sand
How degrading, they are fading
In my hand

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
As they build their towns made of steel
Making use of things that were real
Where's the patch where my garden lay?
What's become of the fields we played?
Asked the priest, but he wouldn't say

[Chorus]
Men are building sand
I can see them, I can hear them
Make the land