Lyrics
How did it get started? That's a long train of thought
Many different frames of mind would have played in the musical
Alone in a field I wonder how it is explained
That a person comes into the field of making sound and putting it together
Jumping in the void, guess that's how it made me feel
When the mouth would open up and project the sound that's buzzing
Deep within my chest, is it my heart that makes the song?
When the breath wants to come out, and the note begins, I start to feel much better
And like the tumbling creeks, something makes the song go on
And they're people that dissect, and they're people who are indifferent
We've sung out all the ages, our sadness and our rage
I can hear the mountains singing, and I do believe they could do that forever
And some will be just like the tenors
And put on their suits and go on
It was just a wild wail, but someone had to make a map
Then it might have been a walk or I'm remembering me dreaming
Whatever is the case, something put me on the trail
Or I saw it on a wall, or maybe there's a page that talks about the tenors
Then you're in a group, or you're solo on the stage
Is your audience the trees, or do you crave to be professional?
One thing I'd like to know is does it always feel the same
To be in the grass and singing or to put on suits and be just like the tenors
And some will be just like the tenors
And put on their suits and go on
Do you know how it feels, and not what it means, this song?
You ever felt a thing and known that's how you felt about it all along?
And some will be just like the tenors
And put on their suits and go on
Do you know how it feels, and not what it means, this song?
You ever feel a thing and know that's how you felt about it all along?
How did it get started? That's a long train of thought
Many different frames of mind have played in the musical
Alone in a field I wonder how it is explained
That a person comes into the field of making sounds and putting them together
Jumping in the void, guess that's how it made me feel
When the mouth would open up and project the sound that's buzzing
Deep within my chest, is it my heart that makes the song?
When the breath wants to come up, and the note begins, I start to feel much better