The Field
young boy, young son
the game has begun
feel it the pressure is on
the outcome is dear
from the adults you here
ru run hustle and run
And if he falls
god help us all
the net is open and bare
but we're all just kids
trying to belong
out for a breath of fresh air
the field is uneven
the players disheartened
the ball goes right over our heads
me i'm in the background
playing with daisies
dreaming of days spent in bed
we're all just kids walking it off
as we run run hustle and fall
Mary spends the whole ride home crying
her hands are frozen through to the bone
me i'm in the back seat
watching the world pass me
playing with the dew and the dust