I want to be somewhere Mining my own town with my children I want to see the names on their faces Watch them take their places In the war of our day I want to work when money doesnt inspire With hands that don't grow tired I want to work Go on a walk in the woods without brambles Without a preamble between the two of our hearts I want to be somewhere with a family That names you and names me as some of their own I want to see in the eyes of my Father That I'm not a bother but a light in his eyes