When all machinery is failing
We’ll compensate with our teeth
When we can trust the drugs or buildings
Take the staple out of our feet

When all the trees are reaching for us
Rooting up inside our bodies
And if we run and hit a hurdle
Then we’ll just deer leap over
We stack bricks but walls don’t always mean a place to live

We’re earthworms dried on concrete
Celebrating side streets
We’re brave enough
Taking our chances with centuries-old devices
Taking our chances with moments-old ideas

Strength enough to walk away from it
Smart enough to know I’m over it
Old enough to be concerned about health
But young enough to know that I am well
(We can’t change this place the way it changes us
Our dream’s too big to break)

Let’s hope that this works out
This has got to work out