Hard to Be Young - Strand of Oaks

It began, it was a beautiful day

Two Hands, Two Feet

We grabbed everything, we liked to eat

You grabbed the crackers, I grabbed the pop

We found a tree, then we shut up

It’s a lonely time to be young

It’s a lonely time

Then it was night, we heard the sound of machines

You started crying, I cracked another pop

There was screeching and searching

Screeching and searching

They’re looking for us

It’s a lonely time to be young

It’s a lonely time

It’s a window, a window, a window, a window

So we left, our wonderful tree

Two hands, Two feet

And the searchlights found both of us

You went first, I started to run

It’s a lonely time to be young

It’s a lonely time

Cornfields, Indiana breeze

It’s hard to fight, when you’re against machines

Cornfields, Indiana breeze

It’s a window…(repeat)

Two hands, Two Feet (repeat)