Plough, ripping up the canvas out my window

I'm so tired

Everything is changing all the time

Now, the things I want to stand for have been claimed

By my friends

Everyone is changing, I am being left behind

But I could be the plough king

Cutting through the hard things

I should be the plough king

Making new roads...

Plough

Digging up the drifts

Dreaming worlds into existence

I'll make one for us to have

Down a lonesome white path

For a plough king