John K. Samson - Winter wheat

^DWoke up in a parking lot Air mattresses gone fl^Gat The ^Bmsun selecting t^Aargets for the s^Dhadows to ^Gattack So m^Dake a visor with your hand Squint at where you're f^Grom A l^Bmonely line of ^Abuildings you can ^Dblock out with your t^Emhumb ^ASalute the w^Days ^{Bm Em}we tried ^{D A}

^DAnd no one knows we're anywhere we're not supposed to ^Gbe So s^Bmtay a while and w^Aatch the wind throw p^Datterns on a f^Gield. This^D crop withstood the months of snow Scavengers and ^Gblight Tuned e^Bmvery year to^Awards a tiny l^Dengthening of l^Emight ^AFound a ^Dway ^{Bm Em} to rise ^{D A}

We ^Bmknow this w^Aorld is g^Dood eno^Gugh be^Bmcause it h^Aas to b^De ^G A^Bmllow the ho^Ape that w^De will me^Get ^Gagain out in the winter wh^Deat

^GFind me in the winter wheat ^D