Field Song

(álbum: XI: BLEED HERE NOW - 2022)

This morning against the wall
Has got me feeling low
Wondering where we are
And where we ought to go
What become of standing
Two feet on the ground
What become of soaring
High above the crowd

Looking out at dust fields
Moving straight and low
Cracked tinted windows of
A Greyhound leaving home
Dull ache of sadness as she
Thinks about her love
Of standing on the porch with her family
Singing field songs

Look down every avenue
To feel her way out
Just because we're lagging
Doesn't mean we're beaten down

This city looms before her
Like a wall of stone
Silent streets through granite mausoleum of tombs
Can you feel how we lost the inner call
Of our forebears
We forgot their field songs

Look down empty avenues
To bleed a way out
Just because we're stagnant
Doesn't mean we're beaten down

Look down empty avenues
To scream a way out
Just because we're lagging
Doesn't mean we're beat