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
