What We Stand On

My hand is in your lap for miles

The signs offside the road catch us off guard

And our eyes flicker closed

We dam up our ears so we can't hear their voices

Draining after days of digging in the sand

In our goosedown sleeping bag I'll keep you warm

Sleeping all surrounded by doomed breathing things

While you dream of engines dying by your hands

You think you're strong enough to kill

But even though I'm proud, better things have failed

Better things have failed

And I wonder if we spent endless years out in the woods

Even then would we find peace?

Knowing any day the tower might come crumbling closer

And the earth will shudder beneath our feet

In our goosedown sleeping bag we'll be no more

Grandfather tortoise is buried beneath

While he dreams of all the children he's had

And it is quite strong enough to kill

So even though we're proud, we must not fail

We must not fail the

Juniper, joshua, cottonwood

Silvergray sagebrush, prince's plume

We stand for what we stand on

The only revenge is getting even