Human Hands Made The Highways

Human hands made the highways
Little ears still hear the sine waves
My sad little glowing heart'll be like yours in mind

All the bricks that build the buildings
All the seeds that feed the children
Started from underground, get cut down
By machines breathing beings designed

All the way through the trees
You can hear me, calling for you
All the way through the trees
You can hear me

Human hands made the highways
You might need a doctor someday
You might need a cop
A helicopter landing pad

All the things that you threw away
You might need to remembеr the names
You might need to cry
Becausе you miss your mom and dad

All the way to the sea
You can hear me, the way I love you
All the way through the trees
Where I will be following you