Nobody is talking about the hazy sky
"Have the mountains gotten smaller?
Or is the water getting high?"
There's a light up on the hill, illuminating glow
I think I want to go

But the light that keeps on burning
Is on the same page you've been turning
Ignorance is no message I am sending just this thought
Process I own
It's time to take it home

Looking at the valley where everybody grinds
I understand the purpose but there is no end in sight
There's a little voice inside that tells us what to do
How did we get this screwed?