The Hurdle

I lost a place that I loved
It disappeared into the woods where it belonged
That cool spot on a sun-parched ridge
That watery pool where the animals drink

Do you hear that sound?
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze?
That's what our mother believed

It was the land, the land of milk and honey
That you just watched being pummeled like putty

Come back to haunt, all things are two
Come back to test as long as it's new
I'm tired of talk, I'm tired of news
Hear the herd, herd the herd, sleep on whatever you do

Do you hear that sound?
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze?
That's where our mother lived
Would you tell her now
The worth of tiny things?
That gather round
Untie an end that's sealed

That's sealed
In the vast space it's always sealed
We won't see
All the debris we're certain to leave

Do you hear that sound?
Do you hear that sound?
Do you hear that sound?

Do you hear that sound?
The hurdle crashing down
Do you miss that breeze?
That's why our mother believed
Believed

Would you tell her now?
Would you tell her now?
What would she say?
The words of tiny things
Sell the stars, two by two
Just like sheep with a sail behind you
On and on
On and on, when will it stop?