To crush the guard, that hides your heart
Follow through the fearful part
I found that song, is what cools off
The things that fight, the things that bite
The dripping ache, of coast does tie
Those dandelions, to deep blue sky
As I resist, the solemness, of long drawn roads
Long drawn roads
Recall when the roaring dust
Trailed behind the wagon-bus
As rolling spring moved on down
Down to the fields on down to the fields
And Summer came again, Summer came again
And we drove out deeper, deeper than we'd ever been
And it came with a song, another song about the road
Its the dots, that pull along
This string of words, through embers hot
I sit by fire, I contemplate
This current song, this current strong
The wind can't tire my leafy bones
The metaphors come far from home
This distance rushed, can measure much
To the things I see, the things I see
When I am dead and gone
I'll ride that crest on and on
And come out of the scattered light
To be the voice
To be the voice thats coming through me
We all like to plant, like to plant our seeds
We're just songbirds singing
Singing in the trees
Laughing by
Laughing by the Riverweeds