The Way That Things Burn

I'm reading 'bout the way that things burn On paper and in textbooks I'm reading 'bout the way things will burn In sometime or in no time I'm thinking how can I plan a life in turn When everything is hopeless? I'm reading 'bout the way that things burn On paper and in textbooks I'm thinking 'bout the way that we learn When everything is hopeless All we've lost and keep reliving This land is meant to pray Instead, we stand to take and hold When who is meant to be here? The cheatgrass choking in I tried to be your sense of home And you threw me on the ground Left me lying in your waste I'm lying in your waste