Garden

There's a factory that doesn't sleep It hums and clanks constantly In the name of productivity Its smoke seeps through the air As the ground is ripped up bare For the extended operation next year I wonder if the birds think it's a kind of storm One that never calms down And the cars that rush by like a bullet from a gun Are they just the new predator To those who forever Have roamed about? Are we fitting in, or are we kicking out? There was a time when we knew the land, We held the earth in our hands And felt the spirit from the first light The sun and moon were our guides Our breath was synced up with the tide Harmony was the way of life I wonder if the birds think it's a kind of storm One that never calms down And the cars that rush by like a bullet from a gun Are they just the new predator To those who forever Have roamed about? Are we fitting in, or are we kicking out? Ah Ah Ah Ah I'm hoping that you'll help me please, Don't you want a world of peace, One where all beauty can grow? It's time that we remember We are not the center And the only ones who call this place "home". I wonder if the birds think it's a kind of storm One that never calms down And the cars that rush by like a bullet from a gun Are they just the new predator To those who forever Have roamed about? Are we fitting in, or are we kicking out? There's a factory that doesn't sleep It hums and clanks constantly In the name of productivity