The back forty acres were full of surprise
We peered through the thick darkness with smoke in our eyes
And our clumsy love stumbled but lit up the skies
Oh those fireworks they couldn't be drowned
We took to the madness, we took to the road
Left a lackluster day and sought out for gold
In the heights in the holes in the places untold
With that generous wind all around
We whistled a tune to the sound
This kind of absolution
Colours lines away, hollerin' in the rain
It beats to the dance of its drum
While the tables turn over the old grow
Young
They called the resistance, they called in the troops
Flying bullets of reason and arrows of proof
But it's love of another that tears off the roof
Oh, those ropes they just hung to the ground
We whistled a tune to the sound
All the silent waves of grief rolling now
They'll find their way
All the questions lining answers now
They'll find their way
All the make-shift worries doubting now
They'll find their way
All the laughing wonders hoping now
They'll find their way