
There is a winnower,
comes sweeping round here
Picks up the ones we love
the ones we hold dear
And this husk of a house is creaking and moaning all the day long
Nobody says a word
just a bitter wind where his song roamed
And the miles tick by
And the wheels roll on
The city recedes as the sun comes up
We do it, we do it, we do it again
Tired as I am
My love is stronger
And distance don't mean a thing
Someone better love you now
There is a winnower
seems to like this side of town
Picks up the young men and the strong
The fathers and the sons
And all of my questions met with stock answers
and a stony gaze
Can we get off the wheel?
Can anyone escape the rake?