This morning against the wall has got me feeling low Wondering where we are and where we ought to go What became of standing two feet underground? What became of soaring high above the cloud? ♪ Looking out at dust fields moving straight and low Cracked tinted windows of a greyhound leaving home Dull ache of sadness as she thinks about her love Of standing on the porch with her family, singing field songs Look down every avenue to feel her way out Just because we're lagging doesn't mean we're beaten down ♪ This city looms before her like a wall of stone Silent streets through granite mausoleum of tombs Can you feel how we lost the inner call of our fore bears? We forgot their field songs Look down empty avenues to bleed a way out Just because we're stagnant doesn't mean we're beaten down ♪ Look down empty avenues to scream a way out Just because we're lagging doesn't mean we're beat