Calling Out Dreams

Scattered light through grass in the morning
Lay your head in beds of red fallen fruit
From the branches that dance in the green and white collage this fabric backdrop

Pioneers using rusted axes clear the way up and down
Draw the maps let the paved streets glisten
And on it will go now

Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Black and white makes gray to the people
Scared by deaths and the mess that lies behind them
So they use their brains solidly to build the things they never needed
Just to loose overuse quickly suck dry
All the colors they found
On the quest that began with the axes but on it will go now

We're calling out dreams of a place where intelligence works
Where windmills and lifted minds
Are picking up those in the dust spewed by cars
And our hopes will play out this time

Dusty bells ring out a whine
Returning us to the end of the line
And now our broken lenses chime
As a dawning comes our way



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Caceres
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