Step back into silence, rest tired eyes in darkness.
The hunters are not hunting now,
the dogs are fed and sleeping
The song is soft and comforting, the truth is not important.
Easy rides for easy times, you might as well be dreaming.
What's right, who knows?
I must be crazy.
Like you, I am asking someone to save me.
Burn the book of years that weighs so heavy on your table.
Take the marker from the water where you've sunk your anger.
Birds of prey held at bay will fly off to surrender.
More than that I won't ask or I will ask forever.
Time is long, change is hard
we worm our way beneath the bark
till we're buried in the driftwood
with the water and the salt.