Upon the grass hill

A man stands so silent and still

The picture's unclear

The view is much farther than here.

How can this be?

Our lives will change

It's all we ever knew

And at the end of our days

We sit and wait.

Sidewalk preachers eat their meat on the sunday morning paper

Land mines make it hard to walk in straight lines.

All of the day

Spent counting in ways to get by

Into the night

We sleep to survive.

How can this be?

Our lives will change

It's all we ever knew

And at the end of our days

We sit and wait

For things to return.