acoustic
folk
original
americana
singersongwriter
Lyrics
Were tired of reaching for the tempered dream
Of stretching days and getting squeezed by years
And bored with the swaggers the pushes and shoves
Of people in rushes to get somewhere
Like hogs in a slaughterhouse hoping to eat
Like children in the rye without a catcher
Why chase the wind we can turn and face it
Why measure time by the mirror in our room
We can follow earth we can follow sun
We can follow stars and moon
Were dying to live in the material world
While blinded by the pixels as they stream
Wed sooner starve alone in the lively air
Than follow billions to a phone dream
Like hogs in a slaughterhouse hoping to eat
Like children in the rye without a catcher
Why chase the wind we can turn and face it
Why measure time by the mirror in our room
We can follow earth we can follow sun
We can follow stars and moon