On a Path

Dig, dig for silver in the name of keeping the order

Silver is nothing more than the displacement of water

It’s a trick of the light on the face of your daughter (and/or your son)

The rising tide of intellect

The room a holy mess

A copy of “the dispossessed”

The room a holy mess

You say you’ll never go home but the truth is you never left it

At the top of the canyon we look down at what can be created

By vote, created by bill, created by vote

By vote, by bill, by vote

You stand in a city that you don’t know anymore

Spending every year bent over from the weight of the year before

You stand in a city that you don’t know anymore

We tried to rule the world but we couldn’t get beyond the front door

I was a kid without a heart, my chest an empty cavity

A hole to be filled with the multitudes around me

So why didn’t you say, why didn’t you say so when you could see?

We gotta call the whole thing off, get out before the drop

We gotta call the whole thing off, get out before the drop

I stood for a city but I don’t know anymore, I don’t know anymore

I stood for a city but I don’t know anymore, no I don’t know anymore

I stood for a city that I don’t know anymore

Spending every year bent over from the weight of the year before

Clap hands for a city that we don’t know anymore

See the sun coming out as we walk the last mile of the lake shore