Madison Cunningham - Broken Harvest

Round and round this broken rat race
I'm moving and stopping, I'm window shopping
For love, for fame, for anything that will take me

When I'm done taking up space
I'm coming home late to a dirty place
Half awake, the broom, the rake, take the kid out of me

Just say the word
Just say the word and I'll give it up
The word and I'll hang it up

What do I know?
What do I hold
That will not fade away
All things fade away

Where will I be?
The crop and the wheat
Feast and fade away
All things fade away

Putting on a business coat
For the tear in the jeans, the hole in the boat
To make the burden float, to pay in full this time

When you're living on a dreamer's salary
A broken harvest, feels like robbery
What do I do this for, if it's just gonna pour out easily?

You've seen me there
Climbing the stairs, beggin' for air
And not coming up
I'm not coming up

What do I know?
What do I own
That will not fade away
All things fade away

Where will I be?
The fruit and the tree
Thirst and fade away
All things fade away
All things fade away