To the west is a storm coming this way
To the north is a twelve hour drive
Below us are floods in the causeway
And nighttime is opening wide
We hit Oklahoma by eleven
A state that lies so flat and dry
Fade to the thought and the reasons
That we had to leave the valley behind
Because the greed of all machines around that surround us
It's a thing we know we'll never cut free
Our forefather's grace turns us our way
This is why we turn away
By the time that they knew we were leaving
Well, you know we were already gone
Like finding your hands have no feeling
Like jumping the gun with the safety on
Because the greed of all machines around that surround us
It's a thing we know we'll never cut free
Our forefather's hate turns us our way
This is why we turn away
Control yourself stop crying
Crying into your hands
Give in to what has just happened
Steady it as it stands
You can crawl through this life with money
And a heart full of bile and pus
Give your disease to your closest of friends
But don't come bothering us