You want the crops without the plow
You want the rain without the thunder
You want the ocean without the roar of its waters
Can’t have the sun without the heat
Nothing that I say hasn’t been said before
Nothing that I feel hasn’t been felt before
These wounds are so old
These wounds are so old
These wounds are so old
These wounds

You want the crops without the plow
You want the rain without the thunder
You want the ocean without the roar of its waters
Can’t have the sun without the heat

So much waste
So much waste
The waste of the city
In the city lights
Weighing so heavy on our minds
‘Cause nothing is right
And there’s so much wrong
Only we can change ourselves
The road is so long

These wounds are so old
These wounds are so old
These wounds are so old
These wounds