Here on the Ground - Luke Thompson

Outside the door are
the empty the poor
Are the lives that are living no more
Some of them grievers
or broken believers
Or used in some meaningless war
Go see for yourself if you think it'll help
But I just cannot go there no more
Oh Lord I will not go outside the door
Down on the street
there's a rhythm a beat
You get caught up you'll never get free
A humming of heat to
a strumming of feet
You forget who you wanted to be
And under the madness
an echoing sadness
That whispers you'll never be free
No Lord I will not go down on the street
Out into the city the groosem the gritty
The lovers livers and lonely Away
From my eyes in the thick fog the cries
Of the bleeding broken and breaking
Your name there is nothing
the street signs are bluffing
They'll put you wherever they please
No Lord I will not go into the city
Im already jaded already I'm fading
There's nothing to learn or to know
Oh Lord I will not go
Under the bridge there
the shadowy ridge there
That hides and is keeping us hid
Where nothing is growing
nor sunlight is showing
Or shining on all that we did
And the rumble of cars
that goes bellowing past
They're just running away with the wind
No Lord I will not go under the bridge
Out into the battle they
lead you like cattle
And even they got their own laws
You wont be locked up there
nor shot or shocked up there
For shooting a man to the floor
They train you and break
you and reeducate you
But wont tell you why or what for
No Lord I will not go into the war
Up into the sky where
the great engines fly
Where they throw you
and roll you like dice
We've conquered the moon
with explosions and fumes
We have conquered the universe high
But Looking back down
there's a reasoning sound
That says nobody gets out alive
No Lord I will not go into Sky
There's no one around
just the beckoning sound
And there's no room
to dream or to grow
Oh Lord I will not go
Lord I will not go
Here on the Ground we
are lost we are found
We are lonely and spinning around
Away from the crowds
and the armies of clowns
Away from the carnival sounds
And out of the deep
where the tectonic sleeps
And darkness will follow you down
Oh Lord Just let me stay
Here on the Ground