Drop your head on the bed
And your bag on the ground
Tell a story instead
Where you win you can turn it around
For the few that it brings
You should count every time
You've seen them smile
Too sad to see
Yourself free, you
See a dying bird
On a lonesome tree, so
It's either you fly from it
Or see the settlement, you know freedom
'Cause you tried it
There's a way they know
Turn sand into snow
But you'll never have their eyes
As yours