The Hurdle

I lost a place that I loved
It disappeared
Into the woods where it belonged
That cool spot
On a spun parched ridge
That watery pool,
Where the animals drink

Do you hear that sound
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze
That's what our brothers believed

It was the land
The land of milk and honey
That you just watched
Being pummeled like putty

Come back to haunt
All things are two
Come back to test
As long as it's new
I'm tired of talk
I'm tired of news
Hear the herd
Herd the herd
Sleep on whatever you do

Do you hear that sound
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze
That's where our mother lived
Would you tell her now
The worth of tiny things
That gather round
Untie an end that's sealed

That's sealed
In the vast space it's always sealed
We won't see
All the debris we're certain to leave

Do you hear that sound

Do you hear that sound
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze
That's why our mother believed
Believed

Would you tell her now
Would you tell her now
What would she say
The works of tiny things
Sell the stars, two by two
Just like sheep with a sail behind

On and on
On and on
On and on
When will it stop?