[verse] The sun is out. The grain is in. We’re just living in the skin we’re in. But there he is, orchard, stone, Digging out a space the rest outgrown Cedar and clay, Cedar and clay, We watch him work, while we waste the day. “The sky is blue, The river is wide, But he’s pulling tomorrow inside [guitar solo] [bridge] The wind turned, The bird fell, The light rose, from a crack in the shell. [verse] The frost is gray. The world grows thin. The thing we trusted is caving in. Smoke in the air. A door in the ground. He’s standing there, without a sound. He didn’t open up, There wasn’t the space, Just a cup of water, a steady face. [end]
