Lyrics Looking For The Holes

I am looking for the holes
The holes in your jeans
Because I want to know
Are they worn out in the seat
Or are they worn out in the knees

There are so many ways to wear
What we have before it’s gone
To make use of what is there
I don’t wear anything I can’t
Wipe my hands on

Do your politics fit
Between the headlines
Are they written in newsprint
Are they distant
Mine are crossing an empty parking lot
They are a woman walking home
At night, alone
They are six strings that sing
And wood that burns against my hip bone

We can’t afford to do anyone harm
Because we owe them our lives
Each breath is recycled
From someone else’s lungs
Our enemies are the very air in disguise

You can talk a great philosophy
But if you can’t be kind
To people every day
Then it doesn’t mean that much to me
It’s the little things you do
It’s the little things you say
It’s the love that you give along the way

When we patch things up
The say a job well done
But when we ask the question why
Where did the ripe come from
They say we are subversive
And extreme of course
We are just trying to track a problem
To its source
We are looking for the holes

Because we know we can’t sit back
And let people come to harm
We owe them our lives
Each breath is recycled
From someone else’s lungs
Our enemies are the very air
Our enemies are the air