Extra Innings Trilogy: The Diamond Thieves

When i was just a young boy I played under the table Sun beat down upon my face And stars dried my tears Now that I'm older The hills have become mountains They've grown so tall - I - don't think I can see. Oh I feel the wake of my sandbox empire sleeping 'neath the waves. Oh inside my freedom waits for high tide to step outside these imaginary walls. Remembering the woodpiles Dreaming they're a fortress All my little toy soldiers marching to a beat. Now those walls have reached so high With Senators and taxmen Perched on top . . . better hold on tight those walls are coming down. And I feel like I'm suffocating in the forest Lead me to some room Arm in arm we are marching on to Freedomland we will head this army of love Let your heart hear the beat of everyone As they unite and step in time in harmony as one. And as the night grows darker I hear the army singing To every new home I moved their music led the way and through the trees of critics and waves of so-called leaders We're pounding doors and banging walls with every song we sing.