Wide Open Plain

What we put before but love and the rain
And the wide open plain?
What we choose to take, what will remain
On the wide open plain?

From the skies on high, nothing has changed
Stars appearing out again
In a wave of wind, a flood of rain
We are washed, grain by grain

You will not hide inside the shadows
When the day begins again
Won't be watching from your windows
In the wide open plain

Oh, they come to me, one by one
In the little time remains
I felt the state of deeds I'd done
By which I'd hoped to gain

The melodies of the songs unsung
Are drawn out slow with pain
And swelled beyond horizon lines
On the wide open plain

You will not see me up and running
For there are no heights to gain
We will surely see it coming
In the wide open plain

We stand once more on the golden shores
Still in stony train
The sea of glass, the sea that roars
Where all our spoils are drained

What now and ever deeply lie
Anchoring our chains
And divide us endless, depthless from
The wide open plain

I wake up trembling in the morning
To a cold and soundless rain
I know beneath these streets aborning
Is a wide open plain