Fieldtown Road Construction
Kiya Heartwwood
© 2002
Maybe I just expect too much, maybe all the answers come up wrong
you keep on telling me be patient, but I know I don't belong
Seems like I'm always an outsider, I'd like to be remembered as a friend
it's a window on my childhood, the clatter of the rain
Is there something that I'm missing, something we should know
can you tell me a good reason why we sell our souls
I suspect my motives what will their money buy
testing our allegiance swearing that we tried
Are we standing tall beneath these steel grey skies
splinters of sunlight cut the tears from our eyes
Now I'm sealed for your protection, self righteous till the end
there's a cold fear inside me that we'll turn out just like them
Fieldtown road construction, down to one lane
moving forward slowly, there's credit to be paid