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
