Squirrel Flower Midwestern Clay
[Verse 1]
We live of midwestern clay
A vantage point above it all
The space between the fields of corn
The fields, and the flat clouds
[Chorus 1]
I got no idea what's keeping me in the air
But nothing's keeping me on the ground
[Verse 2]
I biked pretty far out, up a few hills
Sat next to a dirt road to watch the sky
A truck drove by full of hay bails
Kicked up the dirt then left
[Chorus 2 (x2)]
I got no idea what I'm doing here
But I'm here cause I got no place else to be
