Lyrics

At times in our lives, we seek a space
Far from the hustle and bustling place
Away from our friends, away from our love
Away from the soul crushing forces that shove
Us down to the river, down to the sea
Down to the far away havens of peace

I wonder if some day there will come a time
When we stop believing in standing in lines
And follow our hearts to the pastures and plains
To these canyons where the secret birds sing in the rain

Water on tin, where have you been
Swirling around in the hills with your kin
Whispering wind, where have you been
Running with the scarecrows through the
cornfields again

This life is too short for living it wrong
And some days I long for a simpler song
But we need all these buildings, these cars, and these towns
For we seem to prefer being lonesome in crowds
So forget what I dream, I’m too foolish to mind
And soon I’ll be back in that old daily grind

I wonder if some day there will come a time
When we stop believing in standing in lines
And follow our hearts to the pastures and plains
To these canyons where the secret birds sing in the rain
Water on tin, where have you been
Sleeping with the rainbows in some hidden glen
Whispering wind, where have you been
Running with the scarecrows through the cornfields again.