On the Farm

We had to cancel all our season's plans Though it didn't seem right complaining We thought that we'd try living off the land If we had music that's the main thing We cleared the barn, set up the studio Between the finch's nest and the feed mill Thought of the empty stages back at home Said "if no one's playing then we will" In day we wrote In night we sang Our fingers creaked to the freezing rain And all the while Like the city trains The world hummed distant and deep in pain We didn't have a plan when we began We just wanted to do what felt right But stories always form to pass the time until sunrise With no one there to pull our focus away It sheltered us from pressure and from harm We made a record we could only make On the farm