Out where the trees burn
The slate was made for you to learn
Give time, plastic mess, romanticised
Seen through their bloodshot eyes

Out where the trees burn
The obfuscations that they churn
Torrential, overdrive, to swim you dive
You’ve stirred a big bee-hive

Floaters in your eye
Stare at the sky
Dreamy days gone by
You’ll justify
And time will fly
You make reasons why
Money’s tight
Duty’s light
Hopeless sigh

It’ll be alright, alright
It’ll be alright, alright
It’ll be alright