My life is a marathon Our milk and honey days are gone The short-waves have taken the long way home The four corners are neatly folded sound the bell The war is over Walls are just sand and paper and sin When the earth's moving we're all traveling No one ever keeps all their belongings They have taken all precaution with it All the safety lost in translation If protecting the family We are hiding underneath the bed, we fear We'll catch our death If our neighbors have some secrets from us When the earth's moving we're all traveling No one ever keeps all their belongings The rising tide of traffic On the east side of town is routine Or frustrating or your walking They all smoke inside Their sweaters drinking their mouths shut Money is a disaster if this what you buy with it I take a deep breath, I let freedom ring Everyone can keep their belongings The evening so long I think I might go out on a night like this In late July