Wheels

Turning all the time

Sundays

Hanging on the vine

Picking out the stones

Turning on the headlands

Tales as old as time

Standing

Staring down the rain

Roaring

Storming down the lane

Well I don't have the time

And you don't have the patience

They're buried in the headlands

Show me

Where to turn to

When the sky comes falling down

Tell me

What to say

When the guards show up at the house

We keep it buried

In the headlands

With the truth

And the blood

And the tears

Genevieve says

Not to worry too much

But I can't sleep for the rattling spears

Walking

Down the open fields

Howling

Tryna sort a deal

But heaven hath no fury

The devils in the clay

Out there on the headlands

Show me

Where to turn to

When the sky comes falling down

Tell me

What to say

When the guards show up at the house

We keep it buried

In the headlands

With the truth

And the blood

And the tears

Genevieve says

Not to worry too much

But I can't sleep for the rattling spears

Older than the stones

Older than the winter

Taller than the trees

Buried down within her

Wilder than the sky

Taller than the mountains

Stronger than the sea

Its buried in the headlands

Show me

Where to turn to

When the sky comes falling down

Tell me

What to say

When the guards show up at the house

We keep it buried

In the headlands

With the truth

And the blood

And the tears

Genevieve says

Not to worry too much

But I can't sleep for the rattling spears