We grow wheat That's what we're told to be We cant fold it down We got our heads to feed We gotta eat wheat In the ladagro, looking good in the crowded hall We can go wind and slow, on our way down to the show
I found what I can, looking forward to my day Thats you my dear Sat down in the muck Say I'll be going up we're in we're out with mister young Play our house when the day is done, come out we're holding on Talk about our town, burning this one down I found what I can looking forward to my day I found what I can looking forward to my idea I found what I can looking forward to my idea I found what I can looking forward to my idea Golden as the morning sound We can forget what we're running from Close our eyes to just no one, what was behind is now before I found what I can looking forward to my idea
