Eyes to the Ground for Change

With a bag of oranges and the open road I keep my eyes to the ground for change.
We can all be free if that's what we want to be but it won't always be that way,
and it's thrown away everywhere, and I see it too much.
I'm just trying to make the courage to stop and pick it up.
Some people feel just like home.
Some towns feel like your enemies out here again like a punch in the face.
Well I'm a glutton for trying it all again.
Picking fights with a future of brand new friends.
Pointing out every old sin and that was yesterday,
and there is nothing there, and tomorrow is just the future, no big deal.

With a bag of oranges and the open road I keep my eyes to the ground for change.
Wondering all night not what is supposed to happen.
When will it happen if you have to ask then not right now.
And that makes for a rough start, but at least it's a start
Dear friends, please don't consider each other a weakness.
We are all survivors in some way even on a one aisle road to get there to some kind of uniqueness
I'm trying to see the fear of our worlds grace but the few things I've gathered is common sense anyways.
Ignorance is trust and not the other way and I am on your side trying to make more of them.
What can that first note be?

With a bag of oranges and the open road I keep my eyes to the ground for change.
And I know it gets heavy to just carry our former selves around inside of us.
Always leaking out of brokenness and not many stay and fail me better than me.
You don't know what you are going to dream until your dream is to say that your life is the only way you'll keep it.
We don't get to do what we're supposed to do because we give up too soon but the end is not the goal.
Even seeds have to be planted to die to grow so I try to pick up change on the field.
I try to share it and not keep it, I try not ironing out the seams and just let it be
but I am brand new this morning so we'll see.