Hatchet

Won't you steer the wheel steady And lead us home, leave the last city far behind Out there's a stillness standing ready Like a treasure for a lucky few to find We'll fix our gaze in one direction So our veins don't become tired and destitute I found my fuel to be no different From the water feeding up thirsty willow roots Slip down deep in a dream, make it last 'til it seems like the truth Moments are passing too fast now, see my last hours die like the spring flowers of my youth And all too soon I will be following suit In a dear and distant memory, forever our bones belong to a day on down the line And like the mirror ponds and meadows, our heads and hearts in shadows of the pines We'll take our moments like the monarchs, and our songs will all have sweet and bitter ends And like the rusty cans and ruins, we'll become dust and dandelions on the wind Slip down deep in a dream, make it last 'til it seems like the truth Moments are passing too fast now, see my last hours die like the spring flowers of my youth And all too soon I will be following suit Swing the hatchet, aim for the roots Break the branches and pile them to the roof It's all we have, this chance to start again So strike the matches, before the rain begins In broken fences, I found the frames To put my portraits and carve my names To places out past where our eyes can never see I promise to look for you if you say you'll look for me...

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