On a Path

Dig, dig for silver in the name of keeping the order Silver is nothing more than the displacement of water It’s a trick of the light on the face of your daughter The rising tide of intellect Your room a holy mess A copy of The Dispossessed Your room a holy mess You say you’ll never go home but the truth is you never left it At the top of the Canyon we look down at what can be created By vote, created by bill, created by vote You stand in a city that you don’t know anymore Spending every year bent over from the weight of the year before You stand in a city that you don’t know anymore We tried to rule the world but we couldn’t get beyond the front door I was a kid without a heart, my chest an empty cavity A hole to be filled with the multitudes around me So why didn’t you say, why didn’t you say so when you could see? We gotta call the whole thing off, get out before the drop We gotta call the whole thing off, get out before the drop I stood in a city that I don’t know anymore, no I don’t know anymore I stood in a city but I don’t know anymore, I don’t know anymore I stand in a city that I don’t know anymore Spending every year bent over from the weight of the year before Clap hands for a city that we don’t know anymore See the sun coming out as we walk the last mile of the lake shore