Lyrics Living Amongst - Skittish

Living amongst the green as green can be,
A house upon the plains and sounds so sweet.
Your grandpa's ghost a'creaking attic floors,
Oldies from the workshop, dishes from the kitchen,
Not into the wild but into the city to be tempted.
Living amongst the green is mighty fine.
Young enough to know we'll never die.
Here we like to watch the concrete creep.
Here we spit the wind, yes, here we play for keeps.
I met a man who's face was flanked by gray.
He had fault lines where his frowns too often lay.
He said, "Son, you've got to stop this nonsense,
Earn those checks andlive for weekends.
We are on the side of angels, and you are not complete."
That's when I learned never to confuse
Wrinkles with wisdom. This lesson was new.
It's always something else.
I hope I go to heaven when I die,
But I have got indulgences to buy.
Tell me if that's the road you wish to take.
Tell me and I will gladly help you pay your way.
Living amongst the green as green can be.
If I don't try now I'll never be at peace.
Whatever happens in the next five
minutes, I will still be here in six.