Farm Boy
I’m not supposed to see nothing else for me,
than what has been handed down.
The family farm with the morning alarm,
near a derelict rundown town.
To be working there for the annual fair,
that comes ‘round once a year -
Curse what I’ve done in the years to come,
and why I never got out of here.
Farm boy - why don’t you kneel,
and rub your fingers through the ground.
Doesn’t make sense leaning on a fence,
and just watching the world go by,
when I have two feet to walk me off the street,
where I can start a new life,
chasing the dreams where I’ve never been,
after making that firm decision -
I have to steer myself away from here,
if I’m to reach my vision.
Farm boy - do you feel;
there’s a better world to be found.
What I want to be keeps hanging over me,
like clouds filling with depression.
I’m against the wall that would have to fall,
if I use my own discretion.
Trouble starts when I break the hearts,
of generations come before,
when I take the stand and walk off the land,
never working here no more.
Farm boy - you’re a mystery;
walking away from the dynasty,
turning your back on your family.
Farm boy - living in the city.
Farm boy - why don’t you kneel,
and rub your fingers through the ground.
Farm boy - or do you feel,
that there’s some better land to be found.
Farm boy.
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