Like An Eagle

Well I've been spending my days with my thumb in the air
And people been telling me, son, well, you ain't getting nowhere
Shuffle my feet purely out of despair
And now I'm moving to you, and this I know, my dear

Well, I see fields of green, dead and yellow too
Waters bleeding red, oh, and seas of blue
I tend to close my eyes and let the wind take me there
Now I'm lost and moving without a care