The Sea, The Sky, And You

Feet planted in the ground

Roots I could never quite break

Head turned locked into sound

Of the Earth as she’s starting to shake

And that house that you always felt safe in

The floors that held all of your prints

Creaks as it works its way through you

Through that house and it’s wearing sheep skin

Though the wind blows your hair

You think that it might be true

Don’t it start to feel empty

Just the fields, the sky, and you

The fields, the sky, and you

Oh, that open sea

Of grasses, an ocean of green

A breeze that chills the bones in you

And the light that brings rays through the trees

And you swear that you did it all right

That house would always feel warm

But you can’t keep away all the night

And the fear might just settle at home

Though the wind blows your hair

You think that it might be true

Don’t it start to feel empty

Just the sea, the sky, and you

The sea, the sky, and you

Oooo

Oooo

Oooo

Though the wind blows your hair

You think that it might be true

Don’t it start to feel empty

Just the trees, the sky, and you

The trees, the sky, and you