 If home is the place where I'll bury my soul I'll search for a place I can stay That one kind of place where I couldn't be found Up in the hills far away Far from the folks that bring greed to their lives And steal all their worth from the ground If nature was placed on the scale of our times She'd drop down and never be found The coin it was flipped and the balance was lost When greed made the path that we trod The scales they were tipped when they looked at the cost And built it directly to God If earth had a face then she'd cry and she'd cry And bury her hopes in the ground But flowers they grow in the mud where they lie Salvation and sin to be found The messages heard through the smoke and the fire A signal for something to save While building our towns we are lighting our pyre And throwing our future away Well the people they hear and the people they sound The bells they are in today The future they fear is the future of now And the bright ones just one change away