Maze

It was there thirty years ago
She had a flower in her hair
Toes prickled by the dry grass
In the August heatwave
Shady corners of the crop maze
He'd reach out for the ring
Corn growing proud and tall
New future up ahead and all

When he came into the world
It was all still pretty clear
Pinecone animals with stick feet
Straw dolls, sun and ice cream
Summer drives back to the fields
He could hear the fox tales in his sleep
King without power, lamplighter
And the snake would make the call

Come down to the maze
Come down to the maze

He had very vivid dreams
Wherever he would lay
Lying in the tall grass
The grass would tell a tale
Crows started staring
Trees waving when the wind was calm
He missed most of the dinner talks
And the reason she gave was she was gone

On an even summer week
He took the boy back to the maze
He awoke to some shouting
The sun was throwing its last rays
The boy stood there weeping
Surrounded by the guards
He'd been sitting on a bench by the fox nest
Listening to the call

Come down to the maze
Come down to the maze

Twenty years lonely
Slow walks in the park
World-size hole in the soul
The phone didn't ring at all
One cloudy day back in the maze
Trees threateningly tall
A girl handed him a straw doll
He stared her for a while
And he was gone

The poor little straw man
With his little stubble feet
He sat down on the child chair
And took a seat across the corner
Elbow on the handrest
Jaw on his palm
The wall squeezed in
He closed his eyes and listened to the call
Come down to the maze