A drift of wild turkeys In the field across the way I'm standing, staring, waiting For those coyotes to make a play But they never do So I move on A pack of wild children In the field across the street I'm standing, staring, waiting For the bell to set them free But it never does So I move on 51 years, a child upon the Earth, Trying to find the answers Without digging in the dirt So I'll never know And I'll move on