upon the grass hill a man stands so silent and still the picture s unclear the view is much farther than here how can this be our lives will change it s all we ever knew and at the end of our days we sit and wait sidewalk preachers eat their meat on the sunday morning paper land mines make it hard to walk in straight lines all of the day spent counting in ways to get by into the night we sleep to survive how can this be our lives will change it s all we ever knew and at the end of our days we sit and wait for things to return