got a little dirt on my shoes
but i can’t feel the earth beneath
human has got an urge to connect to the roots
not afraid of escape
eyed awake in the wide dreaming
narrow banned receiving
thoughts of greater pursuits
than isolation
clouds in the atmosphere
hard and hollow
needle to navigate
the tales of our doom
are self prophecies
temptation
the longing to lose
in the still and the span
of what we do not understand
we live as we can
and let the alternates choose
medication
crowding direction clear
designed to follow
needle to navigate
greedy for everyone
the right to ease
the fight to prove
hurray
for the battle that’s coming on
deserving of better
deserves the truth
ain’t that the proof
here we go again
(words and music by brent jones)