When the Stalks Are Low

Now on the way to work I drive past a field of wheat
And when the stalks are low sometimes I stop in the street
Because there's only one tree there and its branches are all bare
Something about its absent leaves
Says it's ok to be lonely

So if a lonely oak can move me to tears
Than your gentle voice should dispel all my fears
But, no matter what you say, they just don't go away
No word or phrase could lead me through
This maze of mirrors

Because I'm seeing the same thing in each new pane
Every time I change the reflection stays the same
And now, suddenly, there's too many of me
The only way out is up or down
I think I know the way

I said this would be the last time
Just like the first time it was the last time
I took a drive down Glen Arm

I said this would be the last time
Just like the first time it was the last time
I took a drive down Glen Arm

Now, on the way to work I drive past a homeless man
Same green shirt, shoes he found in a garbage can
He don't want your pity. He just wants your money
He found out a long time ago
You don't have to work to be a man

So I stay awake and I force myself to drive
And I stay happy now until the moment I arrive
Then they keep you at your desk. You're under arrest
Homeless man told me nothing else
Makes you feel less alive

After work I drive due north to Glen Arm
And I stare at that tree like a giant lucky charm
Then I bring the truck around and cut that fucker down
Now my commute can stay naïve
When I pass by this farm

I said this would be the last time
Just like the first time it was the last time
I took a drive down Glen Arm

I said this would be the last time
Just like the first time it was the last time
I took a drive down Glen Arm

I said this would be the last time
I swore it