text: Woke up in a parking lot
  Air mattresses gone flat
  The sun selecting targets for the shadows to attack
  So make a visor with your hand
  Squint at where youre from
  A lonely line of buildings you can block out with your thumb
  Salute the way we tried
  And no one knows were anywhere were not supposed to be
  So stay a while and watch the wind throw patterns on a field
  This crop withstood the months of snow
  Scavengers and blight
  Tuned every year towards a tiny lengthening of light
  Found a way to rise
  We know this world is good enough because it has to be
  Allow the hope that we will meet again out in the winter wheat
  Find me in the winter wheat