Up From Under | I'm down here in the well, Looking back up at the hill, I think Heavens I fell, I must look more llike myself, Now everyone here is so kind, Everyone looks like a long lost friend of mine, I'm on top of the world again, When I'm looking, Up from under Babylon, I had a home in the fields, Earned my wage in the factorys there, And I was raised by the mill, And I worked with my brothers there, I told my mother I'd always write, Headed west for the coast with the big city lights, Now mama I'm so sorry I've forgotten, But now I'm looking up from under Babylon, Now tell me how far I've been, How deep was I in, Tell me how I conceived the vanity to believe, That I would not be outnumbered, By the thumbs I have been under, Stray dogs in the street, Learn how to beg, steal, borrow, and cheat, And in the dead summer heat, I fell asleep with blood on my teeth, But those days before I met you girl, Were just like ice cream falling down, On the shoes of my world, I'm so happy that you're my friend, When we're looking up from under Babylon.