Tracks

On the wrong side, living on the wrong side
I don’t know who or why they drew these lines
But these tracks have fenced us in so tight
No exit paved on which to escape
Make our way with the minimum always
Homemade reservoir on my roof
It’s the first and I need a better excuse
Because the truth is just getting worse
I want more so let it rain
Every season we weather the storm
So let it pour
Price tag on everything that falls
You just weren’t born to have it all
There’ll be no stay of execution
For the dreams of Saturday’s children
There will be a reclamation
When everything is for the taking
There will be a reclamation
And we’ll get what we need