Testo Like An Eagle

I been spending my days with my thumb in the air
And people been telling me, "Son, you ain't getting nowhere"
I shuffle my feet purely out of despair
And now I'm moving to you, and this I know, my dear

Well, I see fields of green, dead and yellow too
Waters bleeding red, oh, and seas of blue
I tend to close my eyes and let the wind take me there Now I'm lost and moving without a care