Meditation in the Evening

Oh, Columbia
Oh, Columbia

She traced her finger
Along the lines on my palm
For yesterday
The old picture was embalmed

But I pulled away
Faster than a wound watch
Because she told me what to say
And when to stop

Could I ever saunter
Through a forest of dreaded steps?
Only in dreams
The familiar place we met

I reached toward the blue sky
But I caught hold of the mountains
I looked toward the stars
But I'm wonderin' where you are

If you find me on my knees
You might want to ask
Are you a prisoner to the trees
Or are you taking off the mask?'

I wanna do it myself
Put a line in the sand
And if Columbia comes
She won't tell me where to stand

Could I ever saunter
Through a forest of dreaded steps?
Only in dreams
The familiar place we met

And when we return
We'll bring the cornucopia
So many candles to burn
Burn away that shameful dystopia

I reached toward the stars
But I caught hold of the blue sky
I'm still wonderin' where you are
'Cause I haven't the chance to make it that far yet