Home is Gray and Green
We'll spend most of our lives being old
with graying hair and a slow gait
in a land the highways divide
by a river dammed too many times
while the green grows
and the thicket thickens
roots tear at the pavement
When the wind cools we see
the dying throws of foliage, exploding in color
the drawing of a line between
warmth and bitter cold
in a land the highways divide
by a river dammed too many times
Someday baby those dams will break
water spills through the spillway gate
feel the ground shake as the Earth shifts its weight
the ruins of a river's prison brought beneath the current
tugging terribly in the north
bulging beautifully in the south
building to a crescendo
If you knew that Christ once walked
on the very road you sped on
it wouldn't impress you
any more than the streetlamps
in a land the highways divide
by a river dammed too many times