To the west is a storm coming this way   To the north is a twelve hour drive    Below us are floods in the causeway   And nighttime is opening wide      We hit Oklahoma by eleven   A state that lies so flat and dry   Fade to the thought and the reasons    That we had to leave the valley behind      Because the greed of all machines around that surround us   It’s a thing we know we’ll never cut free   Our forefather’s grace turns us our way   This is why we turn away      By the time that they knew we were leaving   Well, you know we were already gone   Like finding your hands have no feeling   Like jumping the gun with the safety on      Because the greed of all machines around that surround us   It’s a thing we know we’ll never cut free   Our forefather’s hate turns us our way   This is why we turn away      Control yourself stop crying   Crying into your hands   Give in to what has just happened    Steady it as it stands      You can crawl through this life with money   And a heart full of bile and pus   Give your disease to your closest of friends   But don’t come bothering us