Lyrics

Lying in a field
by Greg Englesson
Smoke stacks belch soot to the heavens
smell of plastic burns the senses
cars line up along the free way
cacophony swells through air waves

I’m lying in a field
sun streams through your hair
everything seems so surreal
how I wish you were here

sky scrapers scratch sacred air space
people pound pavement in mad race
hear the airport in the distance
day dreams shatter in an instance

I’m lying in a field
sun streams through your hair
everything seems so surreal
how I wish you were here

Information jams up my mind
lose the soul focusing on time
ticking fast watch what your missing
you can hear it if you listen

I’m lying in a field
sun streams through your hair
everything seems so surreal
how I wish you were here