Field Song – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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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