if the sky were just lower

My father told me that i could be a flower

blooming by a jungle stream

but i've since moved far to the desert

and there are needles where the flowers might have been

if the jungle were just closer, then my fight might not be over

its a shame

a hell of a shame

that i'm wilting, and there has been no rain

My father said that i might be an eagle

raised with turkeys and fed down on the ground

well i know that i've been bathing in the dust bowls

roaming the edges of this sun bleached desert town

if the sky were just lower, it'd be so much easier to shoulder

its a shame

a hell of a shame

that i still gobble, to the call of my name

My mother showed me how the glories bloom in morning

then planted seeds deep down into my hands

but now the trowel that she so wisely gave me

is buried and lost somewhere down underground

if the earth weren't so big, then i'd sift for miles and dig

its a shame, oh what a shame

its a shame, oh what a shame

its a shame, oh such a shame

i'm a shame a hell of a shame

i'm a shame