Home Beyond the Burning Prairie

Now I don't wanna talk about what coulda been
So much work remains undone
My home between the clouds, born of strife and never-ending wonder of all forms of life
I'm from a planet beyond economies, where thinking people make the plants sing
An ever-expanding open Faraday cage [slaves] the hurricane and let the wind chimes do the dancing
Even behind the rusted barbed wire fences, we hedge our bets on the goodness of our brethren

I don't want to just exist, but for a little bit just let me exist
I've been running too long
My breath is strong, but I've forgotten what I'm fightin' for
When I get there I might just know
But it's troubling
Home is where the shovel is

O, Tree of Darwin, your fruit's so bitter
We ate with Kropotkin and the tables got bigger
Ye who bottled rivers, when all you really needed to do was follow the water
Boredom, oh, boredom, my anti-muse
Wherever you creep, I will run from you
Scratch that
When I see you, I will fight you
'Cause that creeping, dying feeling ain't on the side of the righteous
Unless it's in a...to the past with that silly investment class
We'd rip out each other's throats for the last food scraps
As they sat under a walnut tree
Our bellies were always half-empty
Tried to eat the world but didn't have the right utensils
There they lay where they always lied, through their teeth with their numbers
Beyond petty equations we will always find
Smash the clocks and the sun tells the time
Got nothing to offer you but a fresh set of wings
A heaven that's bound, not by blood or soil
So what we make with our hands, oh desecrated hallowed ground
All around your work too will be done

Sing 'cause the battle's not over
Sing 'cause the freezing temperature
Sing 'cause your throat never got slit
Sing 'cause the world is ours to share

I'm still running against the wind that blows heavier than ever
A post office delivery drone rusts with moss overgrown
How far we've come from fire to lightning from our fingers
All the way back to fire
To feed the stove and collect the lumber
No longer feel the cold of my finger pressed on a trigger
Freeze
I don't wanna kill anybody, or judge who might deserve it
Not saying that there is justice in the universe, but today I don't feel fit to disperse it

I don't want to just exist, but for a little bit
Just let me exist
I've been running too long
My breath is strong
But I forget what I'm breathing for
When I get there I might just know
But it's troubling
Home is where the shovel is

I don't want to just exist but for a little bit
Just let me exist
I've been running too long
My breath is strong
But I forget what I'm breathing for
When I get there I might just know
But it's troubling
Home is where the shovel is