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