He stands on the gravel where the market used to be Talking about the roots of the local tree He doesn't wear a suit and he doesn't own a jet Just a calloused pair of hands and an honest kind of sweat Telling everybody how the water meets the land And why we need to build a bridge across the shifting sand Listen up To the corner lot prophet Listen up Nobody can stop it He is preaching the gospel of the brick and the bone Telling us we cannot make it out here on our own Forget the television and the shouting from the hill The power is right here in the engine and the mill The man on the left and the woman on the right Both standing in the shadow of a manufactured fight He points at the potholes and the cracks in the street Says we are all out here working just to make ends meet We share the same struggle and we share the same town So why are we so busy tearing each other down Listen up To the corner lot prophet Listen up Nobody can stop it He is preaching the gospel of the brick and the bone Telling us we cannot make it out here on our own Forget the television and the shouting from the hill The power is right here in the engine and the mill Tear up the script They wrote the script to keep us blind! Leave it behind We have to leave the spectacle behind! The truth is in the dirt and the truth is in the sweat! We are calling off the war and we are paying off the debt! Listen up To the corner lot prophet Listen up Nobody can stop it He is preaching the gospel of the brick and the bone Telling us we cannot make it out here on our own Forget the television and the shouting from the hill The power is right here in the engine and the mill Listen to the street. © 2026 The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
