How Could This Be?

Upon the grass hill

A man stands so silent and still

The picture's unclear

The view is much farther than here

How can this be?

Our lives will change

It's all we ever knew

And at the end of our days

We sit and wait

Sidewalk preachers eat their meat on the Sunday morning paper

Land mines make it hard to walk in straight lines

All of the day

Spent counting in ways to get by

Into the night

We sleep to survive

How can this be?

Our lives will change

It's all we ever knew

And at the end of our days

We sit and wait

For things to return