People used to walk these hills

people used to walk these streets around this town

and they used to feel complete

that was until they were replaced by sheep

What were they thinking?

What were they feeling?

Anything at all?

at all...

I will walk upon these hills

I will hold my hands up to my face and look for miles around

and I still won't see a soul

sometimes I swear I still can here their cries and smell the smoke

I hear them crying

Where was the compassion?

Anywhere at all?

at all...



Another time

another place to be

another people waiting

on that finish line



You can see that we have picked up the pieces

and you know that we are living well and feeling fine

but although we may have forgotten for a while

you can look across the ocean now

and see that we remember

You can see we're feeling happy

and you know we're feeling strong

since we were forced to leave you

what the hell did we do wrong?

you can see we're feeling happy

and you know we're doing fine

since we were forced to leave you

and cross that finish line