With a bag of oranges and the open road
I keep my eyes to the ground for change
We can all be free if that’s what we want to be
But it won’t always be that way
And it’s thrown away everywhere
And I see it too much
I’m just trying to make the courage to stop
And pick it up

Some people feel just like home
Some towns feel like your enemies
Out here again like a punch in the face
Well I'm a glutton for trying it all again
Picking fights for the future with brand new friends
Pointing out every old sin
And that was yesterday (and there's nothing there)
And tomorrow is just the future
No Big Deal!

With a bag of oranges and the open road
I keep my eyes to the ground for change
Wanting it all now not when it's supposed to happen
When will it happen?
If you have to ask, then not right now
And that makes for a rough start
But at least it's a start
Dear Friends: please don’t consider joy a weakness
We’re all survivors in some way
Either on a worn out road to get there
Or through some kind of uniqueness
I'm trying to see the fear that I’ve learned as grace
Or the few things I’ve gathered as common sense anyways
Ignorance is trust and not the other way
And I’m on your side
Trying to make more of it
But what can that first note be?
With a bag of oranges and the open road
I keep my eyes to the ground for change
And I know it gets heavy to trust
Carrying all our former selves around inside of us
Always leaking out of brokenness
And not many staying filled any better than me
You don't know what you're gonna dream until you dream it
So share your life! It’s the only way to keep it!
We don’t get to do what we’re supposed do
Because we give up too soon
But the end is not the goal
Even seeds have to be planted and die to grow
So I try and pick up change when I see it
I try and share it and not keep it
I try to not iron out the seams, and just let it be
But I’m brand new this morning, so we’ll see