In the forest there is smoke in the air
People notice but they just don't care
Their eyes are burned from looking at the sun too long
Little did they know that we had move along
And they know just where to find us
On a plateau with the sun behind us
And we're sleeping 'till one everyday
Just plebeians tryna make on our way
Roll over to the coop and then out
Put on a clover so people know what it's about
And they know just where to find us
On a plateau with the sun behind us