The emptiness of the plains The barrenness of a soul The rivers all ran dry about a month ago There will be no summer rain to bless the land below There was a town here once but now you'd never know The best kind of freedom really isn't a freedom at all The tree finds no joy in liberation from the soil So I'll stay close to you Blessed be the storm that'll wrecked a ship like mine And dash me on the kindest rocks that one could find So be my hurricane, be my raging sky Come be the peace at the center of the eye The best kind of freedom really isn't a freedom at all The tree finds no joy in liberation from the soil So I'll stay close to you