My life is a marathon our milk and honey days are gone   the shortwaves have taken the long way home   the four corners are neatly folded sound the bell   the war is ver   walls are just sand and paper and sin   when the earth's moving we're all travelling   no one ever keeps all their belongings   they have taken all precaution and with it all the safety lost   in translation of protecting the family   we are hiding underneath the bed   we fear we'll catch our death   if our neighbours have some secrets from us   when the earth's moving we're all travelling   no one ever keeps all their belongings   the rising tide of traffic on the east side of town   is routine or frustrating or you're walking   they all smoke inside their sweaters, drinking their mouths shut money   is a disaster if this is what you buy with it   i take a deep breath i let freedom ring   everyone can keep all their belongings   the evening so long   i think i might go out   on a night like this in late july