MUSIC FOR SALE

Under a sun that cracks the land
hands as hard as stone and sand
seeds are planted with pure faith
rain that doesn’t always stay

Barns are filled with silent air
slow breaths, empty distant stares
warm milk rising with the dawn
real life, nothing left undone

And the world just rushes by
through the lights and through the lies
building wars we don’t need
never looking at the field

If the hands all disappear
that will feed us through the years
no machine will ever save us
no code, no mistake will save us

But they don’t matter at all
just like dust that fades to black
better drones up in the sky
than a field we turn our back on

And the cities take it all
never knowing where it’s from
bread that’s laying on the table
without earth it’s just a fable

If the farmers disappear
there is hunger drawing near
you can program even sunlight
but it won’t feed human life

And they toast to what will be
with a colder heart each day
metal minds and new intelligence
while the essence fades away

If the hands all disappear
that will feed us through the years
no machine will ever save us
no code, no mistake will save us

And when the last field that remains
turns to dust and turns to gray
you will realize too late
it was life… not nothing