Free that feeling of its small box. Achieve healing
against all odds. It may be grief, may be anger, may be
love and cause you danger. When the sun sets over the
harvested fields and you watch it kept between concrete
and steel. Your wish: a tear in your eye... We’re the
guys from outta town. Far away from our home. There’s a
place that we can share. Take our hands we take you
there. Amplify your emotions. Be inspired, be encouraged.
We agree you are all right. It may be grief, may be
anger, may be love and cause you danger. When the sun
sets over the harvested fields. You just watch it... And
when we leave our last words will be: good night and good
luck.