The Grass Still Grows

On a farm somewhere
The grass is fighting
Through the concrete tears
Seem all abandoned
Draw the curtains closed
Will one surrender?
Somebodys soul
With a knife in hold
Working the land, hold
Working the land

All of the deaf trees
The reconstruction so very real
A step on its treatment
Cuts the concrete square
Someone who was grazing
Are the times to spare?
The colour is changing, hold
Working the land, hold
Working the land