Winter Wheat Songtext

von John K. Samson

Woke up in a parking lot, air matress has gone flat
The sun's selecting targets for the shadows to attack

So make a visor with your hand, squint to where you're from
That lonely line of buildings you can block out with your thumb

Salute the way we try

And no-one knows we're anywhere we're not supposed to be
So stay a while and watch the winds throw patterns on a field

This crop withstood the months of snow, scavangers and blight
Tuned every year toward a tiny lengthening of light

And found a way to rise

We know this world is good enough
Because it has to be

Allow the hope that we will meet

Again out in the winter wheat

You'll find me in the winter wheat