I was born in the middle of a field of wheat 
Cherokee blood, moccasin feet 
I came too soon I was incomplete 

They left me in the center of a state line road 
dress to wear, a sign to hold 
handful of secrets never to be told 

Ain’t it funny how when you have to fight 
for everything you get you want it more 
and its so poetic that these things I worry bout 
kill off the very hope I’m fighting for 

I grew like a weed and I hid my scar 
love came fast but never went far 
so I learned to use a man as a getaway car 

Ain’t it funny how when you have to fight 
for everything you get you want it more 
and its so poetic that these things I worry bout 
kill off the very hope I’m fighting for 

Now I live for the night when I wash in the waves 
and I hear the voice of my mother 
and she says a thousand pretty words like I have never heard before 
and at last I have a place yeah 
at last I have a place 

Ain’t it funny how when you have to fight 
for everything you get you want it more 
and its so poetic that these things I worry bout 
kill off the very hope I’m fighting for 

Ain’t it funny how once you get just a little bit 
you want more 
and its so poetic that these things I worry bout 
kill off the very hope I’m fighting for