Woke up in a parking lot, air matress has gone flat The sun's selecting targets for the shadows to attack So make a visor with your hand, squint to where you're from That lonely line of buildings you can block out with your thumb Salute the way we try And no-one knows we're anywhere we're not supposed to be So stay a while and watch the winds throw patterns on a field This crop withstood the months of snow, scavangers and blight Tuned every year toward a tiny lengthening of light And found a way to rise We know this world is good enough Because it has to be Allow the hope that we will meet Again out in the winter wheat You'll find me in the winter wheat