The Grinding Wheel - Indio

It was out in the wasteland

and the boar was standing still

I was hanging like a reptile

with the fire down below

So I climbed the big scene

to watch the river flow

Kachina never spoke of weather

nor the mercy on a bed of nails

But someone should have checked the waterline

they’re drowning in among the kills

and this winter Comes like a bitter vine

There is a place there by that broken tower

A den of preachers couldn’t keep at bay

Bound to the current of an open sea

We are too afraid to listen

Long before that day

In the guise of water

There came a desert rain

And the Grinding Wheel will turn

and to that sea we can follow her down

Where there is room for the meek

far from the din and the squalor

High on the gunfire

Far from the wheel

Hands never touch the bodies

and eyes never see the sun

I lie awake in this season

and stay close to the open road

As they go dancing in the fields

Digging deep for that motherlode

And down in the mill

It’s just a bird in the big blue sky

A lion in the wheel

Is just a stone in the deep blue sea

Long before that day

In the guise of water

There came a desert rain

And the Grinding Wheel will turn

and to that sea we can

follow her down

Where there is room for the

meekfar from the din and the squalor

And the Grinding Wheel will turn

a better road for the fallow and sane

Where there is room for the meek

far from the din and the squalor

She dances alone by the waterline

Find another cheek to turn away

While the boar lies still inside the naked

Spirit… come to me