I'm reading about the way that things burn On paper and in text books I'm reading about The way things will burn In sometime or in no time I'm thinking how can I plan a life in turn When everything is hopeless? I'm thinking about the way that we learn When everything is hopeless All we've lost and keep reliving The land is meant to pray, Instead we stand to take And hold, when who is meant to be here? The cheatgrass choking in, Tried to be your sense of home And you threw me on the ground Let me lying in your waste, I'm lying in your waste