Who told you that it was too late?
When was it that you started leanin' that way?
Four tires cut into the clay
It dries up and now there's just one road to take
It's growing up over with green
So easy to drive on but it's not what it seems
The poison is spilling upstream
And it's takin' out every living thing
Every living thing
Who told you that you were no good?
There's no use in tryin', even if you could
It wouldn't come out like it should?
This stubborn kudzu just covered these woods
Could you listen to somebody else?
Will you only drink from the thoughts of yourself?
Under the canopy's spell?
You dig in your heels and spread the disease
Disease disease
Back up the drive a bit
Could you see what this is?
This is a part of it all
Over and over
Injustice to injury
This is a part of it all
Could you hike back to it
Fight with this
Sit with this
This a part of it all
Ask around
Be aware
Make peace with what is there
This is a part of it all
Who told you that it was too late?
Who told you that it was too late?
