Some children grow up
In cities or forests
But me I'm accustomed to
Brown swamp summers
Once you
Dream of
Those small street crickets
Your white noise alarm clock
Don't seem so calming
But oh,
We're all growed
But we don't know what we're growing for
Learned from a teacher
That I didn't have to
Steer my own body
Behind my eyes
Like a robot
In some
Science fiction
Movie that asks
Who'll speak for man
But oh,
We're all growed
But we don't know what we're growing for
Don't think the world will
End in a stand still
Those angels that come down
With fiery cleavers
Will join us
At rapture
Flooded like rivers
In all of our pain
And imperfection
They'll sit in the bleachers
Miss calls from the preachers
With all those who thought
Gods voice had reverb
But oh,
We're all growed
But we don't know what we're growing for
Listen to listen
And hear just to hear
For no other reason
But listening
Listen to listen
And hear just to hear
For no other reason
But listening
