To the West is a storm coming this way To the North is a twelve hour drive Below us are floods in the causway And nighttime is opening wide We hit Oklahoma by elecen State that lies so flat and dry Fade to the thought and reasons That we had to leave the valley behind Because the greed of all machines around that surrounds us It's a thing we know we know we'll never cut free Our forefather's grace turns us our way This is why we turn away By the time that they knew we were leaving Well, you know we were already gone Like finding your hands have no feeling Like jumping the gun with the safety on Because the greed of all machines around that surrounds us It's a thing we know we know we'll never cut free Our forfather's hate turns us our way This why we turn away Control yourself, stop crying Crying into your hands Give in to what has just happened Steady it as it stands Because the greed of all machines around that surround us It's a thing we know we know we'll never cut free Our forfather's hate turns us our way This is why we turn away Well you can crawl through this life with money And a heart full of bile and pus Give your disease to your closest of friends But don't come bothering us