Stretching Wire

You can see him in the blizzard

Where night is day and day is night

And every footstep disappears

Just as soon as he goes by

He likes his life this way

Moving slow from post to post

You might think that he's a ghost

But no, lo, lo, he's stretching wire

He's always moving forwards

Never turning back around

Always moving in a straight line

To wherever he is now

Nothing up above him

But the buzzards in the sky

And in the ground the girl who loved him

So, no, lo, lo, he's stretching wire

He hears the whippers in the willow

He feeds the rattlesnakes by hand

Tumbleweeds while he is sleeping

Roll by quiet as they can

He's not afraid of morning

Or the sorrow that it brings

He'll stretch the wire till it sings

And, lo, lo, lo, he's stretching wire