{verse}

Everybody's making cereal; sitting back on the time they'll spend today.

Gravity will push until your out of touch soon with all the reasons you had why you should stay.

{prechorus}

And I'll be back in seven hours with calloused hands and failing powers

You know it will start raining after dark.

You try to will yourself to sleep the more you try the more you think

about all the time wasted on your mind.

{Chorus}

Hoping for the day the farmer's waiting for the sun to rise up

hoping for the day the farmer's waiting for the sun to rise and

{verse II}

When you finally get to sleep the croppers still keep bailing wheat;

the rain never comes, fading your green thumbs and the body next to you is warm,

like the calm before the storm Your legs they feel numb, the rains they still don't come

{Chorus II}

But everybody's making cereal and calling you to stay 'til life is gone.

Conversation starts then it ends abruptly, your alone with your thoughts out on parade.