Here in fields we sing at night
Pray for our hopes by candlelight
All I want's a family home
No pile of gold or old king's throne
The trees they bend in the wind up high
Maybe at last He'll answer tonight
The whole world thinks we have to be mad
It's just this is the last chance we have
I tell my children it'll all work out
I tell my friends but it feels like lies
Hope's fading fast and I'm afraid they know
Day by day I watch the doubt creep in their eyes
I tried to ask each god I found
But nothing changed or turned around
Thought I'd try this one last way
Turn my prayers to face the other way
He lost his love, she lost her child
All we are is the meek and mild
We've struggled and lost for all our lives
Maybe something somewhere will answer tonight