The Beginning - The Parlor Mob

I started the day by the tree

Where the sea was of nothing

I was closer to God in my dreams

But still out of my head

When all of the leaves and the moments

Were in their way touching

A blanket of change and the listening

For what will be said

When all that I knew was the wind

And the faces before me

I spoke with the purpose and strength

Of a thousand young man

When the weight of the world

And their wolves were out there to destroy me

I stood in the grass on the hill

With my will to defend

This is the start of something

This is the end of who we were

The beginning of what we will be

This is the call to something

This is a chance at something pure

The only chance that we can see

When everything else disappears

We’ll live out our live beyond years

Where’s the forgiveness

We said would be written all over?

Where is the peace and the freedom

We said would be ours?

Have we been lost

In a dead winter whispering clover?

Can we get back to the truth

In the bees and the flowers?