Testo di Backyard

Oh what a sight to be seen, I left my wits back up in a tree, Where I used to climb before I was a teen. Next to an old woman’s cat and a young man’s dreams And we’re all waiting for them to fall into our hands. Will we learn to climb or keep standing at the base, shouting our demands? And no one is listening yet we scream, “let us have our own lives back.” There’s something I’ve been missing and I would love to ask: Do you ever feel ashamed enough to say, That this life we live is flying us first class to an early grave? And do you ever find your own reality above your head swaying in the breeze? Our voices shake the trunk we stand in front of but it never breaks. Gravity is holding us down and it’s raising the stakes for me. And we’re all waiting for our lives to fall back into our hands. Will we learn to climb or keep standing at the base, singing? Do you ever feel ashamed enough to say, That this life we life live is flying us first class to an early grave? And will I find my own reality right where I want it to be? We climbed so far, We got what we came for. And in the end, This backyard isn’t mine anymore.