[Verse 1] Hello, dirt my old friend, We’re here to tear you out again. Because the dreams we laid in your foundation, Were crushed by minds that sowed frustration. And the vision of a slab that we once planned, Fades like sand… In the silence… of the Weir. [Verse 2] In restless crews I walk alone, Through work that’s paused, through steel and stone. Neon vests ‘neath the floodlights glowing, Hearts all burnin’ but the work not going. When my eyes are stabbed by the flash of a paper plan, Drawn by their hand… It stains the silence… of the Weir. [Verse 3] And in the lightless dawn I saw, Five hundred yards, maybe more. Crews just standing without working, Men just waiting, not a word speaking. Men writing rules they will change in a day or two, And call it true… In the silence… of the Weir. [Verse 4] “Fools,” said I, “you do not know, Concrete waits and the cold winds blow. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my plans that I might reach you.” But my words, like rain in the river fell, And echoed in wells… Of the silence… of the Weir. [Verse 5] And the geotechs bowed and prayed, To the gods of specs they made. And the plans flashed out their warning, In the rules that they were forming. And the specs said, “The dirt beneath must be replaced— Or be disgraced…” And whispered in the silence… of the Weir.
