Outside your house
Is cultivated wilderness
Not grasses pushing up through paving stones
A grey-green road
A meadow and a monorail
It speeds by
Sends you to sleep
Cracking concrete
Prison gates
Plastic dungeons
Turn back to earth
New earth
Ah
As though the ground remembers its old name
A thousand trees
Have taken root in rubble
Their blossoms scrape the sky
And so the birds
Have left their wire perches
For branches strong as steel
Cracking concrete
Prison gates
Plastic dungeons
Turn back to earth
New earth
Ah
As though the ground remembers its old name
