A Brain Of Pins And Needles

We’re men of straw, convicted we raise our hands to the sun.
We’re men of straw, conflicted we wait for heat and love for crops that grow so
cold.
[From a post in the field so high
The straw man, standing alone he cries
«the pumpkins only have me;
I consult myself, I have no belief"]
[We'll fight hurricanes
We’ll fight the skies
We’ll fight hurricanes
For Your bright eyes.]
If this is what You’ll have me for, I’ll wait until You bring me home
If this is what You’ll have me for, I’ll work these straw hands to the bone
If this is my sign, let me grow old
[Straw man
You’re not alone
Find truth
Pumpkins die; you can grow]
And who we are loves who You are -we're breaking down walls.
[It's time to find a truth now, straw man.
Oh straw man, come home from the night.
You, your eyes always focused down.
The crows could kill you while you proudly gaze at your dirt.]
For who we are loves who You are, we’re living to die for
For who you are; this is our call
We can go home.
Search the skies; no more crows
Scarecrow, there’s truth- it’s time to go home.
[Please God, lift my roots,
Please God, Jesus; be my guide.]