Lyrics

There's a kid in the field and he won't go home
His back is turned as the world unfolds
His backpack's hanging on a tree
While I find the strength inside of me
Oh, while it's hanging on a tree

There's a father at home past the point of tears
He's reminiscing on 15 years
His back is turned as she hangs free
He casts his eyes to the eerie street
Oh, while she hangs free

There's a mother of two in a dark, dark place
But she's rigged it up with a smile on her face
She kicks the chair and there she hangs
She's on her way to the promised lands
Oh, the promised lands

There's a family mourning all alone
The son is set and he won't come home
She's left them hanging on to faith
A final risk that she will take
Oh, hanging on to faith

There's a son in the field and he won't go home
The teacher yells but he doesn't come
He's sitting blank by the hanging tree
Waiting so patiently
Oh, so patiently