John K. Samson
Winter Wheat
[Verse 1]
Woke up in a parking lot
Air mattresses gone flat
The sun selecting targets for the shadows to attack
So make a visor with your hand
Squint at where you're from
A lonely line of buildings you can block out with your thumb
Salute the way we tried
[Verse 2]
And no one knows we're anywhere we're not supposed to be
So stay a while and watch the wind throw patterns on a field
This crop withstood the months of snow
Scavengers and blight
Tuned every year towards a tiny lengthening of light
Found a way to rise
[Bridge]
We know this world is good enough because it has to be
Allow the hope that we will meet again out in the winter wheat
Find me in the winter wheat