Detroit Meadows
(hear this song at CD Baby.com)
Waking up, while Detroit still sleeps
gray sky streaked with dawn and smoke from factories
the streets, they all are empty - last night's stories are all told
no helicopter spotlights, and the fires, they have all gone cold...
It's even too early for the military jets
and there's no boomin' radios shakin' souped up Chevettes
melted snow on broken concrete, wild grass growing in
the birds sing in the distance, like the best forest you could ever be in...
yeah, the best forest you could ever be in...
(CHORUS)
You know, life survives - life is strong.
Like wild pheasants in Detroit meadows, life always carries on.
Life presses on, maybe not how we had hoped or planned
or where we once belonged.
Life presses on...
You and I, and all our possibilities
no matter what we tried, they all turned to dead-end streets.
But I can see the sun on the horizon, and all the wild things in this crazy town.
I can feel their wild spirits, and I can grow on barren ground, yeah...
oh, I can grow on barren ground...
(CHORUS)
PCB's in the water, poison in the soil
Billlboards shouting messages from God as we go to war for oil.
But this gray city mornnig still holds hope within its grasp,
and as long as birds sing in Detroit, I think this human race might last, yeah...
I think this human race might last...
