Wind through the wheat in the fields
Fields full of wheat this year
Sky turning white outside
You should see the view from here
I have been studying how I might compare
This prison where I live to something

Last of the cars long gone
Sleep on the roof all day
Warm in the cold spring sun
There will be the devil to pay
I have been studying how I might compare
I have been studying how I might compare
I have been studying how I might compare
This prison where I live to something