Like a stone you watch it fall. And let it roll out over the fields. You take your time and watch it crawl. Like you're the big shot symphony. But oh what would you say if I told you 'the pitch is wrong' with a smile?.
I do my best. To find some kind of glow. I'm givin' it some heart and soul, now. From the darkest grays. The sun bursts, clouds break. Yeah, we see that fire.