Reveille

In the valley of the lizards past the broken tv sets

A flower grows on top of a hill that’s never trampled yet

But the tread of tearing tires

And the smoke of leather fires

And the buzz of information in the air and in the wires

The sleepy old distraction of the glowing screen alone

Under eyes of all the cameras you’re inclined to stay at home

And in a sweating shaking way it covers up my sight

And surrounds all with confusion in a greasy kind of light

The reveille blows

And everybody knows

But they still tell you

Get up and start running

Where the lily-wild grows

Right under your nose

But I'll still tell you

You better start looking.

The old face down decision, deciding to get up

Or laying down defeated, befriend the chopping block

Now I will say it straightly so the message it is clear

We are like the silver birds in essence do appear

We are like the flightless birds in nature do abound

Who’ve given up their soaring for security of ground

But the world is very long

Security is short

The secret world is falling away, there's nothing left behind

The golden horn

The piebald one

Coming in moon

Coming in moon bullet and spoon

The burning grass

After the glass is covered in cracks

The dryest grass

Never anymore