The Free

歌詞

We are skipping stones across the highway in the dark We own a hundred mile markers, they're not going anywhere And we are lying down beside the roses we have worn In our lapels and in our mouths and in our hair And how we come to grow our pockets full of things we stole From all the heavy headed in all the windows of the world They have now forgotten us, their gentlety, their voices hushed Beneath the sheets they rise among our words And these unhired hands, the fields are lonely without them We drive a path into the edge, we'd feed the cattle with their words And when the day is done, we leave our ploughs out in the front And pull the curtains on the worn and turned earth Yet night is not unkind, it moves the cold swim in the fire It blows the sparks into the air, it warms your face The spinning of the crowd, the concrete coming up to land To meet the honorary keepers of this place No, we are not afraid of empty bowls and pocket change We are the children of the children of the kings And broke down where we lay to watch the cardboard all the day We write the truths we know where everyone can see em You broke down where we lay, you watch a paper bag parade We are the windows of the world, we are the free