Midwestern Clay

[Verse 1]

We live of midwestern clay

A vantage point above it all

The space between the fields of corn

The fields, and the flat clouds

[Chorus 1]

I got no idea what's keeping me in the air

But nothing’s keeping me on the ground

I got no idea what's keeping me in the air

But nothing's keeping me on the ground

[Verse 2]

I biked pretty far out, up a few hills

Sat next to a dirt road to watch the sky

A truck drove by full of hay bails

Kicked up the dirt then left

[Chorus 2]

I got no idea what I’m doing here

But I'm here 'cause I got no place else to be

I got no idea what I'm doing here

But I'm here 'cause I got no place else to be