The Wheat Field

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The Wheat Field

Looking out across this, this great big field
Searching for salvation, shaping my ideals
Is it coincidental, that the seeds left unsown?
Are left here for the birds or scorched by the burning sun

In the field we’re up early, we wake in the dark
The ploughman push their diggers, they keep the blades real sharp
The blisters that once bled, are now all calaced and old
The horses need no motivation, to work in the cold

This dirt that I’m turning over
The rocks move against the grain
Is this divine intervention?
Or something man-made
Something I made

Time stands still here, I call the seasons by the colors
When the blue/gray’s show up, know the heavy rains are coming
See we sure need the river, but we don’t need it rising
And last year’s drought nearly broke us, had us all rain dancing

This broken and battered body
The pain it just don’t fade
Tell me is this purgatory?
Something man-made
Something I made

I’m just doing what I was taught to
What I was born to do
Like my father and his father to
It’s all we ever knew

In the heat of the summer, I feel calm and relief
I can hear the voices talking, in the tall of the wheat
The heavy rains that had me worried, are now just a bad memory
Cause these seeds that I sew, are all that matter to me

This dirt that I’m turning over
The lines cut into my face
Is this some kind of miracle
Like transcending time and space
See, I’m just simple man
I haven’t always walked in God’s good grace
But, I made this place
Something I made

credits

from The Dust​-​Up, released September 12, 2016
Keith Monacchio – Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica
Sean Glonek – Piano, Acoustic Guitar

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