How could you be the foolish type?
Faith is kept by lands waters skies
and their childs
who walk a lonely mile.
Some are sharp and others dull.
You could still lose a finger full
of your life
with the dullest knife.

And I've got a dream
I'm a victim of the sun
For those who don't believe
well, their days are done.

Nature will win but we keep on fighting it
All things will pass
and fertilize their grounds
so they keep on keeping on

Whether I was ever here or not
life will grow and death will rot
as we try to cut it down a size
Human monuments will be destroyed
from the things that grow from the soil underneath our only mortal feet.

Tree Trunks feel some pain
from the axe that chops them
the wind of opportunity
has a window that stops it

Nature will win but we keep on fighting it
All things will pass
and fertilize their grounds
so they keep on keeping on
keeping on
keeping on
keeping on
keeping on
keeping on
keeping on
keeping on

piles of stuff all over this land
put there by foot and hand of human
who also takes through sand

use those feet and hands to climb the trees around us and love on Mother Earth 'cause she's the one who grounds us
And i've got that dream we're all victims of the sun