Four hundred fifty miles of hard Nebraska dirt
Where the earth and sky embrace and the clouds do all the work.
I’m running to the mountains, gonna hide out in the hills.
I’m sick of politicians and the walls their lies have built.
I miss those Sunday mornings of my early childhood.
Where we learned to love each other and charity was good.
Now they’re preaching fear and hate, ’cause love won’t fill the seats.
So I’m looking for salvation above ten thousand feet.
Gotta get up – above the crowd.
It’s wild and it’s savage, I’m not taking any chances.
Gotta get up – before I drown.
Gotta get up ’cause I feel it coming down.
It feels like there’s a reckoning brewing in the clouds.
If forty days of rain should come, we’ll all need higher ground.
Don’t look for me in Kansas, don’t look in Tennessee.
I’ll be in the Rocky Mountains, praying on my knees.
Gotta get up – above the crowd.
It’s wild and it’s savage, I’m not taking any chances.
Gotta get up – before I drown.
Gotta get up ’cause I feel it coming down.
I was naive to think that bigotry was frozen in the past.
A display in some museum, safe behind the glass.
But it’s alive and it is strong, and it’s marching in the streets.
How n we tell our children, now it’s theirs….now it’s theirs to defeat?
It’s wild and it’s savage, I’m not taking any chances.
Gotta get up – before I drown.
Gotta get up ’cause I feel it coming down.
Gotta get up – above the crowd.
It’s wild and it’s savage, I’m not taking any chances.
Gotta get up – before I drown.
Gotta get up ’cause I feel it coming down.
credits
John McLaggan- Vocals, Guitar
Lisa McLaggan- Vocals, Percussion
Jon Estes- Bass, Piano, Organ
Jeremy Fetzer- Guitars
Jon Radford- Drums
Spencer Cullum- Lap Steel
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