To Wrong A Right

To Wrong A Right The valleys by the sea down near the nation's knee They bend before the storm and shudder when it's warm I found you on the trail Your eyes and calm details, it's lighting up your face Near the mountain's base We've all been there before The lines are on your door, scratching on the wood Doing what we could To right their own frustrations To wrong a right To right their own frustrations now Somehow Cast shadows on the stream It's like a waking dream The birdsong is our grail—singing through the veil The dawn was glowing red The words ran through your head We face the light alone, with nothing that we own To right their own frustrations To wrong a right To right their own frustrations now Somehow You're sleeping on my arm Your eyes they cast a charm Your hand is on my wrist beneath the mountain's mist They bend us to our knees But through the line of trees I'm howling out to see It's lifting on the breeze To right their own frustrations To wrong a right To right their own frustrations now Somehow