Wheels Turning all the time Sundays Hanging on the vine Picking out the stones Turning on the headlands Tales as old as time
Standing Staring down the rain Roaring Storming down the lane Well I don't have the time And you don't have the patience They're buried in the headlands
Show me Where to turn to When the sky comes falling down Tell me What to say When the guards show up at the house We keep it buried In the headlands With the truth And the blood And the tears Genevieve says Not to worry too much But I can't sleep for the rattling spears
Walking Down the open fields Howling Tryna sort a deal But heaven hath no fury The devils in the clay Out there on the headlands
Show me Where to turn to When the sky comes falling down Tell me What to say When the guards show up at the house We keep it buried In the headlands With the truth And the blood And the tears Genevieve says Not to worry too much But I can't sleep for the rattling spears
Older than the stones Older than the winter Taller than the trees Buried down within her Wilder than the sky Taller than the mountains Stronger than the sea Its buried in the headlands
Show me Where to turn to When the sky comes falling down Tell me What to say When the guards show up at the house We keep it buried In the headlands With the truth And the blood And the tears Genevieve says Not to worry too much But I can't sleep for the rattling spears
