Girl, put down your coffee Put on your best hardhat We're tunneling out of this place These white picket fences These routine expenses This simulation's getting lame There's a world just beyond the horizon Where no two things feel just the same, oh And just like the father of Shem, Ham and Japheth We'll take two of every pure thing Then make trail through the tall concrete grasses That separate classes and set it a blaze Oh, I heard it once said from a wise man This heaven's one hell of a place, oh Right here we'll plant the garden That grows through the heart and Soak up every grain through our toes It's been here all along A slipped gaze past the phone And you're right back into the unknown And in this world just beyond the horizon We can learn to be one once again, oh