We were born where the earth and sky mix up.
Many drown in conventional mire.
Underfoot is a stable home
When it's quarantined from the air above.

We got churches and...
We got schools and...
We got people who mix things up.
Who am I to come and criticize your way?

We will live where the earth and sky mix up.
Could we live any other way?
Once we know of air, we start breathing--
Breathing deeper, till we can't stop...

(That's why) we got churches and...
We got schools and...
We got buildings we can't bust up.
Who am I to come and criticize your way?
We'll retire where the earth and sky mix up
Could we live any other way?
A combination without mediation
Will be our life source, and our end...

We got churches and...
We got schools and...
We're resigned to it, we're OK
Who can see this any other way?