The land is dying, my love
And God is sleeping, my love
All we have are these hands to touch each other into life
The oceans are dying, my love
But I have enough tears to quench your thirst
All we can hope is that we dry together in this wet cement

I know I could make it alone
I know I could make it on my own

But I set my house on fire, my love
To share your shelter, my love
All I can do is hold you by your feet and say please

I know I could make it alone
I know I could make it on my own

But you remind me of home
Or at least the way home used to feel long ago
Long ago, do you remember freedom?
Do you remember freedom?
Or we were always in this bind?

The land is dying, my love
I can feel it in my blood
Should you ever decide that you want out
You will never see me again