Garden

There's a factory that doesn't sleep
 It hums and clanks constantly
 In the name of productivity
 Its smoke seeps through the air
 As the ground is ripped up bare
 For the extended operation next year
 I wonder if the birds think it's a kind of storm
 One that never calms down
 And the cars that rush by like a bullet from a gun
 Are they just the new predator
 To those who forever
 Have roamed about?
 Are we fitting in, or are we kicking out?
 There was a time when we knew the land,
 We held the earth in our hands
 And felt the spirit from the first light
 The sun and moon were our guides
 Our breath was synced up with the tide
 Harmony was the way of life
 I wonder if the birds think it's a kind of storm
 One that never calms down
 And the cars that rush by like a bullet from a gun
 Are they just the new predator
 To those who forever
 Have roamed about?
 Are we fitting in, or are we kicking out?
 Ah
 Ah
 Ah
 Ah
 I'm hoping that you'll help me please,
 Don't you want a world of peace,
 One where all beauty can grow?
 It's time that we remember
 We are not the center
 And the only ones who call this place "home".
 I wonder if the birds think it's a kind of storm
 One that never calms down
 And the cars that rush by like a bullet from a gun
 Are they just the new predator
 To those who forever
 Have roamed about?
 Are we fitting in, or are we kicking out?
 There's a factory that doesn't sleep
 It hums and clanks constantly
 In the name of productivity