Son Volt - Medicine Hat lyrics
[Son Volt - Medicine Hat lyrics]
There will be droughts and days inundated
Unveilings free from saturation
Departures raised with no masquerading
There will be teachers that die
By their own hand
Pundit's that push headlong for atonement
Friends and followers devoted to living
There will be watchers that
Ply for new confines
Those committed to society's circles
Unwary cogs with no cadence of virtue
There will be right, there will be wrong
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run
There will be machinations unforeseen
Sleepwalking sense from a bad dream
No promenade walk in the parkway
There will be catchwords
Filled with infection
Circulars to prop up occasion
No golden mean to guide the footsteps
There will be levels on
High hills that appraise
There will be unchanging certainties
Barometers that follow the stampede
There will be right, there will be wrong
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run
There will be signposts of indication
Semaphore go signs and warnings
Hailstone halos and country-blues wailings
There will be strains that break
Out of straight time
To pave with grace different roads
To the same place
No consequence to repay what's been given
There will be layers of means to an end
Drawn-out days before resolution
Dregs will rain down from all directions
There will be right, there will be wrong
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run
Unveilings free from saturation
Departures raised with no masquerading
There will be teachers that die
By their own hand
Pundit's that push headlong for atonement
Friends and followers devoted to living
There will be watchers that
Ply for new confines
Those committed to society's circles
Unwary cogs with no cadence of virtue
There will be right, there will be wrong
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run
There will be machinations unforeseen
Sleepwalking sense from a bad dream
No promenade walk in the parkway
There will be catchwords
Filled with infection
Circulars to prop up occasion
No golden mean to guide the footsteps
There will be levels on
High hills that appraise
There will be unchanging certainties
Barometers that follow the stampede
There will be right, there will be wrong
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run
There will be signposts of indication
Semaphore go signs and warnings
Hailstone halos and country-blues wailings
There will be strains that break
Out of straight time
To pave with grace different roads
To the same place
No consequence to repay what's been given
There will be layers of means to an end
Drawn-out days before resolution
Dregs will rain down from all directions
There will be right, there will be wrong
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for that hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run