The Narrows - Dead Meadow

Rusted out iron in a rust

coloured field,

begging shadow, the sun will not yield

trying not to be missed

to give more, leave less

for those the open road, and those stayed behind,

comes longing in our own form

defined

trying not to be missed

they give more, leave less

they give more… i guess

herein the house of truth

lit so all can see,

but i’m headin' out, yes, i’m giving in, to that old mystery

as will pass the days

comes the narrow and narrowing way

from the path you need not stray

my love, it’s okay

trying not to be missed

to give more, leave less