Plough
Ripping up the canvas out my window
I'm so tired
Everything is changing all the time
Now
The things I want to stand for have been claimed
By my friends
Everyone is changing, I am being left behind
But I could be the plough king
Cutting through the hard things
I should be the plough king
Making new roads
Plough
Digging up the drifts
Dreaming worlds into existence
I'll make one for us to have
Down a lonesome white path
For a plough king
