Ideas

Well I've got ideas
Yes, I've got ideas
I can't say them here
No they won’t be safe here
And the men are moving in
And their cars are idling
Bright lights and loud directions
The whites of our eyes catch their reflections

Sneak sneak sneak
Sneak across the state lines
Because we run
They'll say we've got a weak spine

I've got ideas
Yes, you know I've got them
I've got ideas
But the men, they don't want them
But I know people who do
People like me and like you
There’ll be no bright light, no loud directions
No eye whites catching flashing light reflections

Sneak sneak sneak
Sneak into the good place
Disappear
We’ll show them we can escape

And we’ll follow the water
We’ll let it lead us away
Away from the grit and the grime
Everybody here has got stars in their eyes
But we’ll leave them behind
Along with the grit, the grime and those bright red stripes