Finding Alder and Alder

As the notes hit the sky
And they blend through clouds as they dance in the light
Its sound is clear
It's not that there's truth, in ways of life
But the dawn stares out like we've done nothing right
And you smile back through tears
Or your fears

And beggars make way, the villains wheels
As the shadows cast hide the bankrupting deals
Where you'll loose you mind
And walk me this way, a trust of touch
Built to lead you round having never enough
While we, just play
All day

Making way, open hills
Often head to moats of the green wet fields
I've gone far, astray
In blinking thoughts, I'll skip to run
Seeing blue and pink in the golden sun
Plan to stay
All your days

Lift your mind it's spinning out of control again
Stoney walls of a tunnel that twists and bends
When the beams of the spiraling lights descend
Sun bleached ferns hide a juggling Indian
Waves us past for the way of a marching band
You kneel to dive, in, alone