There are those among us willing to get by on anything,
Hollow hope of what is coming, a lifetime dangled by a string.
But this ocean dives so deeply and this river runs so wide,
I won't be counted one among them until my soul is satisfied.
Brick and brick of buried hunger keeping all desire dark,
And then we are like lions- we are tearing it apart.
There are those among us lying, saying nothing is for free.
And then we are like lions- we will not leave until we eat.
Playing kings and playing peasants, do we get what we are owed?
An eagle comes and talks of failure. A rabbit offers up its throat.
Will they buy even our breathing, a river strangled by a damn?
Less than one percent are taking so tell me who dries up this land.
Is it worse to see no future? Is it worse to be afraid?
And then we are like lions- pumping fire in our veins.
We are born in perfect hunger. We are born with perfect need.
And then we are like lions- we are baring all our teeth.
It is coming down the mountain, fear that holds you like the cold.
It wants to settle in your footprints, keep you still from where you're going.
All you think you know of losing, all you doubt of innocence,
That big sky still hangs above you. Every day just want to quit.
There's no light you see to guide you and it scares you just to say.
And then we are like lions- nothing dares get in our way.
See your faithless sails drifting and your truth just cut apart.
And then we are like lions- we are golden in our hearts.
And then we are like lions- we are standing on two feet.
Hang it on the kitchen wall for everyone to see.
Get out your banjo so we can sing.
There are winds that wrap and hold me. There are whispers in the trees.
I cannot hold all that is sacred. They are holding onto me.
Kiss the years that all are dying. Kiss the face that makes you stay.
They are in your rhythms walking. They are showing you the way.
Breath and breath above a sickness shouting threats upon your life.
And then we are like lions- we are fool enough to fight.
It will cheat you in the balance, taking more than left to live.
And then we are like lions- we are strong enough to give.