The Globe

Cut a piece of northern Idaho
Lay it down under the microscope
How can I know what grows unless I see it close?
Been staring at the globe too long
Put the pieces back together wrong
How far we’ve come from being just a page
It’s the modern age
Spinning out of control
Heading towards a black hole
Living under stars
Who knows how far we are
From home
We are from home
We are home
Nobody’s gonna take away
The opportunity for me to say
My family means more than your silly trees
Take a shovel to the Ivory Coast
Keep the pieces that I like the most
And when we’ve had our fill we’ll take the skies
And organize
Spinning out of control
Heading towards a black hole
Living under stars
Who knows how far we are
From home
We are from home
We are home
The millionaires don’t breathe
The same as you and me
I’m gonna drown the land and freeze the sea right before we leave
Spinning out of control
Heading towards a black hole
Living under stars
Heading towards a black hole
Living under stars
Heading towards a black hole
Living under stars