Well that’s the thing
You know
The fence that keeps us in
Also keeps us out
Some are electric
Touch one and you will
START!
To see them eat your crop
The one you thought was yours
And now feeds thousands
Same as before, but now there is no pay. Now there is no pay.
So where is this going, this land of the free, where it seems now everything Is
Except of course to me, except to me.
That fence has 50 thousand volts
It will end you here and there
I built it deep and tall, still
I am curious about that young woman there
Well that’s the thing, You know
The fence that keeps us in
Also keeps us out
You know
And so I stand
One in the promised land and the other not
Sand beneath our feet
Sage on hers and mine
And the wind blows free
And through
The wind is free
And still we hear
That Love will have its way
Have its Way
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