All day forced to live by foresight
What can we do before we've tried
Living off time
Caught up you're tied up on the sideline
How can you know that you're alive
When you're ground by the grind
And all the people that are watching
Oh they'll bay for blood
And all the flowers in the field
They'll pray for rain to come
Oh you well
Oh you well I'm coming back for you my friend
Stop stare
There must be something there to find
How can you look at the sunlight
When it's bound to the time
And all the people that are watching
Oh they'll bay for blood
And all the flowers in the field
They'll pray for rain to come
Oh you well
Oh you well I'm coming back for you my friend