wore and tore our souls in the city streets looking for a home for a home molded us with loans and eroding concrete land cold as stone cold as stone this is better than the place we knew all set up in a pretty view we dont know what else to do when life feels so cruel our savior comes from a high high above the valley we dont ask him why ask him why build our sugarland glowing untill daylight dandelion seeds fly into the sky this is better than the place we knew all set up in a pretty view we dont know what else to do when life feels so cruel this is better than the place we knew all set up in a pretty view we dont know what else to do when life feels so cruel