State of the Land

Oh, conversations in the air And the words come flying from everywhere And you talk about money and the state of the land Why don't you ask me, ask me how I am Why don't you ask me, ask me how I am Now you're busy as bee in your golden hive Try to stay on top just to stay alive And you ask about the race and how fast we ran Why don't you ask me, ask me how I am Why don't you ask me, ask me how I am So maybe We can lay it all down at the kitchen table Then maybe We can tuck it away as we watch the sun go down Now it's hard to face that human eye That cannot hide the storm inside What you can't say, the eyes sure can They're saying ask me, ask me how I am They're saying ask me, ask me how I am So maybe We can lay it all down at the kitchen table Then maybe We can tuck it away as we watch the sun go down Oh, let it go and let it be There's no need to go diggin' where the hole is deep But in between coffee and your master plan Why don't you ask me, ask me how I am