We’ve crossed this highway in the way land

Through the headways and the wetlands

Some croc hunter is in his magistrate copter

Flittering around to the turnaround troopers sound station

They’ve been acquitted of their crimes

They’ve felt weighted and resigned

Now that he’s awakened all their minds

It is time to say goodbye to the years After Assertion

Be in between the middle that we’ve been

Let’s pray that all our powers may glean a victory as yet unseen