Downcast - Four Arrows

The rolling hills we cut with trails give a sense of the wild. This really works, this really works: For a moment we all feel free. Step over the rocks and trample the roots, cuts on the land, scars on the land. Climb the cliffs and we can see for miles. For a moment, we all feel free. The fogs of history cover you too. The wires of time bind me to you. The rolling hills we cut with roads. The streets we scrub clean clean. This really works. It works: On the open road we feel free. The engines breathe in and out. The people push in and get pushed out. Cities and coasts come into view. For moments, we all feel free. The trails are witnesses to nothing. The roads are witnesses to nothing. Madrone, oak, and pinonthese are the witnesses. Four arrows bought this land. The shoulders, the gut and the heart. Four arrows bought this land. The fogs of history cover you too. The wires of time bind be to you. Here's something for you to feel. The wire ends in gold but it also ends in steel. The sun here warms and holds us all but it's a sun that was bought for a price. The fogs of history cover you too. The wires of time bind me to you. California.

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