Based on Luke 10:30-37, 1 John 3:17

Where are the amber waves of grain
When one of our homeless native sons
Has hunger pain
Under the overpass
They build a fire for heat
They can't remember
When they had a meal to eat

Some sleep in doorways
Waiting for the day
Some sleep in boxes
We have thrown away

Under the red, white and blue
Right down the street in our view
We're not doing all we can do
To shelter the homeless few
Shelter the homeless few

Standing in line for soup and bread
Hoping tonight
The downtown mission has a bed
Dreaming about the home
They thought they'd never lose
Sleeping on benches
Covered by the daily news, ooh...
People who pass them
By just turn their heads
Making them feel
Like they've been left for dead

Under the red, white and blue
Right down the street in our view
We're not doing all we can do
To shelter the homeless few
Shelter the homeless few

Under the red, white and blue
Right down the street from our pew
We're not doing all we can do
To shelter the homeless few
Shelter the homeless few

It's up to me, it's up to you
To shelter the homeless few
Shelter the homeless few