Splitter

Through the gardens and fields ‘neath the tall green grass You were walking ‘neath the moon while covering your tracks Working your fingers down to the skin and stone One hand on the hammer, one foot by the door Pushed by the wind fed by the need for moving on Moving on to nowhere When division runs deep and down into the well All the coins you dove after lost all their spell Covered in moss walking for silver and blood Out in the cafe, working in the grove Guarding the port of the future you sold Holding on, holding on to no one Holding on, holding on to no one One eye in the mirror, the other on the screen Sewn in the pockets and down into the dream Caught up in the mortar, bricks and heavy load Wait in the shadows down the living road Moving on, moving on to no one Holding on, holding on to no one