We've left our homes
For the dusty road
Though it weighed us down
To go
Now, see, we're burning in the sun
Fire in our bellies
Today ate us up
And never chewed
Though we still roll along this hill
The change that we don't see
Is happening to me
Though you are watching
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
Of the home
We are out of our depth
And our width and breadth
We are out of the pan
In the fire
It is green, it is damp
By the burning lamp
Of the woods, of the hills
Of the home
Oh, how I long, for the things I have
For the burden I don't own
Do I know how to please your head?
Pour the contents back
when you're spilling from my bed
The day is worn, and the spark won't come
New sore in my chest
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
Of the home
We are out of our depth
And our width and breadth
We are out of the pan
In the fire
Oh, you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
Oh, you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
