The South Fork
Water cascades down the boulder strewn canyon
And I'm with the dog and we're crossing the streams
And scrambling well beyond the worst of it
The Spotted Owl in the forest looks at us with sleepy eyes
We hope for the best
She's a prayer for the land
Pray it's not too late to understand
By the time we got here it was so fucking trashed
How can people degrade something so fucking fast
Guess we learn nothing from our present or past and that's sad
We could act as stewards for the land
Feed the world with all this dirt on our hands
Open space, forests, and desert plans that I know
Autumnal feelings
The wind can decide
Not to divide
The land in our minds
Never seems enough time
The descent always hurts
And the wait of another week to come back
With the fear we might lose you by then
By the time we got here it was so fucking trashed
How can people degrade something so fucking fast
Guess we learn nothing from our present or past and that's sad
We could act as stewards for the land
Feed the world with all this dirt on our hands
Open space, forests, and desert plans that I know
By the time we got here it was was so fucking trashed
How can people degrade something so fucking fast
Guess we learn nothing from our present or past and that's sad
By the time I got here it was so fucking trashed
How can people degrade something so fucking fast
Guess we learn nothing from our present or past and that's sad
And I'm with the dog and we're crossing the streams
And scrambling well beyond the worst of it
The Spotted Owl in the forest looks at us with sleepy eyes
We hope for the best
She's a prayer for the land
Pray it's not too late to understand
By the time we got here it was so fucking trashed
How can people degrade something so fucking fast
Guess we learn nothing from our present or past and that's sad
We could act as stewards for the land
Feed the world with all this dirt on our hands
Open space, forests, and desert plans that I know
Autumnal feelings
The wind can decide
Not to divide
The land in our minds
Never seems enough time
The descent always hurts
And the wait of another week to come back
With the fear we might lose you by then
By the time we got here it was so fucking trashed
How can people degrade something so fucking fast
Guess we learn nothing from our present or past and that's sad
We could act as stewards for the land
Feed the world with all this dirt on our hands
Open space, forests, and desert plans that I know
By the time we got here it was was so fucking trashed
How can people degrade something so fucking fast
Guess we learn nothing from our present or past and that's sad
By the time I got here it was so fucking trashed
How can people degrade something so fucking fast
Guess we learn nothing from our present or past and that's sad
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Writer(s): Tully Mackay-tisbert
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