Them closed doors might keep him out
But they won’t keep out your thoughts.
You watch the wild horses run
Past your windows and past your porch.
You can’t wait for the sun to come down
And, show the world what you once taught.
To the masses and, to the few
There is much more to life than war.
I’ve read it in the papers and I’ve seen the news
They get shy at just the thought.
Well if only you told me what you knew
We’d be long gone outta here, I’m pretty sure.
But as time bleeds away into one
Fortress of lost and pure.
I spend my remains nights
Following broken tracks up north.