we ve left our homes for the dusty road though it weighed us down to go now see burning in the sun fire in our bellies today ate us up and never chewed though we still rolled along cause o you the change that we don t see is happening to me though you are watching it is cold it is dark in the big black heart of the wood of the hill at our home we are all all but left in a wit un breath we are all of the pack in the fire it is green it is damp by the burning lamp of the woods of the hills of our homes oh how i long for the things i have for the burden i don t own do i know how to please your head pour the contents back that are spilling from my back the day is long and the spark won t call no saw in the chest it is cold it is dark in the big black heart of the wood of the hill at our home we are all all but left in a wit un breath we are all of the pack in the fire oh you the husband of the wife i know you are watching oh you the husband of the wife i know you are watching