Empty Fields

Tonight's your time to get down It's what I do Just a seed on the breeze Blown into dust from leaves You ran dry Parched away How do we grow without your rays? I try and tell you but I have Lost all the names for what I do It's just an old song I sing But is it true? A path stretched too long Empty fields turn to straw We become lost Led astray Year by year Ground away I try and tell you but I have Lost all the names for who I knew It's just an old song I keep singing It's what I do It's what I do It's what I do It's what I do It's what I do It's what I do