Hard to Be Young

It began, it was a beautiful day
Two Hands, Two Feet
We grabbed everything, we liked to eat
You grabbed the crackers, I grabbed the pop
We found a tree, then we shut up
It’s a lonely time to be young
It’s a lonely time
Then it was night, we heard the sound of machines
You started crying, I cracked another pop
There was screeching and searching
Screeching and searching
They’re looking for us
It’s a lonely time to be young
It’s a lonely time
It’s a window, a window, a window, a window
So we left, our wonderful tree
Two hands, Two feet
And the searchlights found both of us
You went first, I started to run
It’s a lonely time to be young
It’s a lonely time
Cornfields, Indiana breeze
It’s hard to fight, when you’re against machines
Cornfields, Indiana breeze
It’s a window...(repeat)
Two hands, Two Feet (repeat)