Lyrics
Through the gardens and fields ‘neath the tall green grass
Traveling through natural landscapes, possibly metaphorical
You were walking ‘neath the moon while covering your tracks
Walking under the moon while hiding traces or actions
Working your fingers down to the skin and stone
Working hard and wearing down physically and emotionally
One hand on the hammer, one foot by the door
Being prepared to act quickly or escape
Pushed by the wind, fed by the need for moving on,
Driven by external forces, possibly a need to keep moving
Moving on to nowhere
Moving without a clear destination
When division runs deep and down into the well
Deep-seated conflict leading to a divide
All the coins you dove after lost all their spell
Efforts made towards something futile or unproductive
Covered in moss walking for silver and blood
Engaging in difficult pursuits with little reward
Out in the cafe, working in the grove
Working in public spaces or social settings
Guarding the port of the future you sold
Protecting a future that was previously committed or promised
Holding on, holding on to no one
Clutching onto nothing or no one, possibly isolation
Holding on, holding on to no one
Reinforcing the idea of holding onto emptiness or solitude
One eye in the mirror, the other on the screen
Being observant of oneself and external influences
Sewn in the pockets and down into the dream
Embedded deeply into desires or aspirations
Caught up in the mortar, bricks and heavy load
Caught up in burdensome responsibilities
Wait in the shadows down the living road
Waiting in obscurity along life's path
Moving on, moving on to no one
Continuing to move forward without a defined purpose
Holding on, holding on to no one
Clutching onto nothingness or no one, reiterating isolation
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