Here on the Ground - luke thompson

Outside the door are the empty the poor

are the lives that are living no more

Some of them grievers or broken believers

or used in some meaningless war

Go see for yourself if you think it’ll help

but I just cannot go there no more

Oh Lord, I will not go outside the door

Down on the street, there’s a rhythm a beat

you get caught up you’ll never get free

A humming of heat to a strumming of feet

you forget who you wanted to be

and under the madness an echoing sadness

that whispers you’ll never be free

No Lord, I will not go down on the street

Out into the city, the groosem the gritty

the lovers, livers and lonely Away

from my eyes in the thick fog the cries

of the bleeding, broken and breaking

Your name there is nothing the street signs are bluffing

They’ll put you wherever they please

No Lord, I will not go into the city

Im already jaded, already I’m fading

There’s nothing to learn or to know

Oh Lord, I will not go

Under the bridge there, the shadowy ridge there

that hides and is keeping us hid

Where nothing is growing nor sunlight is showing

or shining on all that we did

and the rumble of cars that goes bellowing past

they’re just running away with the wind

No Lord, I will not go under the bridge

Out into the battle, they lead you like cattle

and even they got their own laws

you wont be locked up there nor shot or shocked up there

for shooting a man to the floor

they train you and break you, and re-educate you

but wont tell you why or what for

No Lord, I will not go into the war

Up into the sky where the great engines fly

where they throw you and roll you like dice

We’ve conquered the moon with explosions and fumes

we have conquered the universe high

But Looking back down there’s a reasoning sound

that says nobody gets out alive

No Lord I will not go into Sky

There’s no one around just the beckoning sound

and there’s no room to dream or to grow

Oh Lord, I will not go

Here on the Ground we are lost we are found

we are lonely and spinning around

away from the crowds and the armies of clowns

away from the carnival sounds

and out of the deep where the tectonic sleeps

and darkness will follow you down

Oh Lord, Just let me stay Here on the Ground