Boundless

Horses in the meadow by the highway side
 and a Church of Christ in a double-wide
 clouds overhead are ghostly gray
 it snowed a little but it didn't stay
 Red-winged blackbird on a mileage sign
 ghost town gutted like a dried-up mine
 stark faces in the windows of a speeding train
 we love our blindness and we love our pain
 Standing by the lake sucking poison mist
 lungs clenched tight like an angry fist
 picking at sores in the hope they heal
 hungry and harrowed and caught in the wheel
 I feel these serpents of desire
 ripple my skin like ropes of fire
 all I ever wanted, all along,
 was to be the "you" in somebody's song
 Seven dances for the spirits
 running a race, running a race
 seven dances for the saints
 running a race, running a race
 looking for the stillness in the womb of space
 Boundless
 Boundless
 The howling wind, it sings to me
 the sky looks troubled but I feel free
 visions and feeling and ink on my hands
 you can travel forever and never land
 In the crashing chaos where stars are born
 the strong get fed and the weak get torn
 look at that cosmos eating its tail
 circled like the lip of the holy grail
 Seven dances for the spirits
 running a race, running a race
 seven dances for the saints
 running a race, running a race
 looking for the stillness in the womb of space
 Boundless
 Boundless