Up here, not much happens
We keep our head in the sand
We stay so busy
We don't notice the time slipping away
But today

Well, I felt it

The world has a grip on it
And we're in the grip of it
And now I'm a part of it
But I got to thinking

This morning, I was on the mountain
In the darkness, praying
And I looked down and I saw
The lights of the city
And I thought about
This country of ours
How it's still young
And how it's still weak

Well, I felt it

The world has a grip on it
And we're in the grip of it
And now I'm a part of it
But I got to thinking