This is the land we cave to Cain
This is a place of freezing rain
This is the way we repeat the great tumble and Fall
I'm of two minds about this now
I see you toil and I see you plow
But look at the stars and tell me anything matters at all

I made you, baby
I made you out of clay
Who you gonna believe?
I don't care what you read
'cuz I made you, baby

I was a boy once just like you
Dissatisfied, I one day grew
I watched everything shrink down that once was tall
And I took to listening all around
I kept my ears fixed on the ground
Now look at the sky and tell me anything matters at al

I made you, baby
I made you out of air
Made your mama and your daddy, too
You can blame me for all your blues
I make it happen, baby

I made you, baby
I made you out of clay
Who you gonna believe?
I don't care what you read
'cuz I made you, baby

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): James Toth