Squirrel Flower Midwestern Clay Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We live of midwestern clay
A vantage point above it all
The space between the fields of corn
The fields, and the flat clouds

[Chorus 1]
I got no idea what's keeping me in the air
But nothing's keeping me on the ground

[Verse 2] I biked pretty far out, up a few hills
Sat next to a dirt road to watch the sky
A truck drove by full of hay bails
Kicked up the dirt then left

[Chorus 2 (x2)]
I got no idea what I'm doing here
But I'm here cause I got no place else to be

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