through the grass dew on my sneaks
sun it shines right through the peaks
the morning chill it gets my bones
feels so good walking away from home
its that cooped up thought inside your head
like whats the hell better than being dead
whats out there for me anyway
you’d feel crazy for sayin things that way
its the move of the water and the sound in your ears
its the crack in the woods, its the wonder and fears
though all the worlds fighting for something yet to come
whats the present to us? why should these wars be won?
