Cornfields Video (MV)

It's all in my head
And I don't know how
To figure it out
I'm looking for answers in the dark
But I keep missing the truth
If I follow all these
Circles to their root
I will find that
What I'm looking for
Is looking for me too
Long before my father brought me here
This land was a forest
Full of dark living mysteries
We stripped it all down past the roots
To create a small plot of straight rows
Where we planted shallow seeds
We watched them grow through the summer
Knowing the land
Would give us what we need
Now I am not so sure we will make it anymore
I can read the signs
They're right in front of me
Now I don't believe
Now I don't believe
As I find myself pacing up and down
The deep cuts
Connecting each circle
Effortlessly etched from above
If I could see it from a plane
Maybe I could make it make sense
Or maybe make the fear go away
But the question that is
Keeping me from sleeping through the night
Is not what's behind the kitchen table
Stacked against the pantry door
But one I've never had to ask before
What will I feed the kids tonight
Or maybe
What will eat the kids tonight
It's all in my head
And I don't know how
To figure it out
I'm looking for answers in the dark
But I keep missing the truth
If I follow all these
Circles to their root
I will find that
What I'm looking for
Is looking for me too
We face off in my living room
As you hold my boy
A precious
But broken bartering tool
I might be a pessimist
But all these coincidences
Are stacking up
Like half full glasses scattered across the room
I'm taken back to the night
My wife died
While slowly exiting this life
She whispered
You know, Merrill might strike out a lot
But he sure can drive them
Through the nosebleed section
Remember July 23, 1997
Swing away, Merrill
It's all in my head
And I don't know how
To figure it out
I'm looking for answers in the dark
But I keep missing the truth
If I follow all these
Circles to their root
I will find that
What I'm looking for
Is looking for me too