Fruit and veg grew out our land
We had a pot we called a pan
Our ideas grew from a spark
I was warm and bright right from the start
On a clear day
You cant see past the end of your nose
You cant see the detail in the bigger picture
Your horizons closing in
Your fog bound
Fruit and veg grew out our land
We had a pot we called a pan
Our ideas grew from a spark
I was warm and bright right from the start
Im walking through the world of the small minded
Im walking through the world
That has been blinded by the rhetoric of fools