We grow wheat
That's what we're told to be
We cant fold it down
We got our heads to feed
We gotta eat wheat
In the ladagro, looking good in the crowded hall
We can go wind and slow, on our way down to the show
I found what I can, looking forward to my day
Thats you my dear
Sat down in the muck
Say I'll be going up we're in we're out with mister young
Play our house when the day is done, come out we're holding on
Talk about our town, burning this one down
I found what I can looking forward to my day
I found what I can looking forward to my idea
I found what I can looking forward to my idea
I found what I can looking forward to my idea
Golden as the morning sound
We can forget what we're running from
Close our eyes to just no one, what was behind is now before
I found what I can looking forward to my idea