Every Night on the Farm

I was just not made for this style of life

Hustling around all day and night

I was made to go swim in the sea

Taste the salty tears that I cry out of me

If it feels sweet, don't try to hide it

Be like a human, it's not hard to do

You were made to live like an angel

You were made to turn me on

Just like a moth getting closer to the flame

Waiting for the day when you get burned

Eighty years with luck, and it's your turn

Where is your reason to spend all your life

Counting your money for some other time

You could be feeling the stillness around you

Every night on the farm

Some people live like slow evening smiles

Some people live like pillars of jasmine

The rich live like wasps, the poor live like bees

All going back to the start