PlayIts Time

Just like the prophet’s wine
It’s like the eschaton’s vine
Trace the beetle’s line
Beneath the bark of all this pine
It’s found its time.

Sunrise, on this jagged line
And 2,000 miles, Great Divide

Just like a bitter root
It’s like the serpent ‘neath your boot
Trace the river’s line
Beyond the valley bend it winds
It’s found its time.

Sunrise, follows a horse thief moon
And after all these miles, won’t be too soon

It’s found its time.