your heaving chest
it worries me
i can’t keep planting trees
we’re running out of soil
we’re running out of ground

the air in los angeles doesn’t
compare to air here
we’re running out of money
oh oh
we’re running out of hope

so lets plant our feet
and see who we meet
i won’t give up if you don’t
i won’t give up if you don’t

just where i thought
we would be
it’s the man’s garden
we are the seeds
he’s running out of patience
and we’re running out of sanity

are you tired
like i’m tired
but not ready to
just be fired
can you make it
like i can make it through