Field Song

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 she's lagging

Doesn't mean she's 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