Waiting For The Wind To Lie Down

Out here in Kansas the sun is always trying to set,
The people you’ve trampled upon are all getting wet
With the blood from your veins which you have let
Fall all on the sunset horizon,
You get in your car to head into town,
Where innocent bystanders are getting mowed down,
By unconscious politicians dressed up as clowns
Who laugh at the people they walk on,
Out here on the prairie there’s a high lonesome sound
That rolls through the rustling leaves on the ground,
So I just sit here waiting for the Wind to lie down,

Your barbed wire tapestry is frozen in time,
Like words on the sports page trying to rhyme,
By some idiot writer on some relative’s dime
Because there’s no other job she can go to,
The bartender gives you a glass full of holes,
While mimes in the street start speaking their roles,
To prove that there’s no one else in control
Of the puppet strings they try to hold onto,
Out here in the country were just getting around,
To putting our shoeless feet on the ground,
So I just sit here waiting for the Wind to lie down,

Your electronic children don’t know who they are,
They don’t ask and don’t tell ‘cause they’ll never get far,
On their digital memory that plugs into the car
That they drive without seeing or hearing,
Thunderclouds roll across the high plains,
Lightning and hailstones follow the rains,
That drown the widows who harvest the grains,
While victims of terror ride on the trains,
The philosopher poet is going insane,
To the sound of the gunfire inside the brains,
Of the soldiers whose hands are covered with stains
Of the empire they are silently fearing,
The ghost in the country graveyard jumps at the sound
Of the cries of coyotes that are chased by the hounds,
That drive them back to the burial grounds,
Until there’s nobody left, there’s no one around,
So I just sit here waiting for the Wind to lie down.