LETRAS: The greedy asphalt arrows Down to the dead end sand The farmer's tattered Bible Lies on the valley corn stand The valley corn stand Tipping in the low roadside Past the starshine Past the end of the day Soil winds into a century Of bankrupt bank displays Do you see him With the ants crawling over? A spider web glistens In the morning dew On a walnut tree Where he grows your apples And your oranges And your artichokes In the marine breeze The greedy asphalt arrows Down to the dead end sand Every now and then A fight for love Can be for the upper hand The ocean flows its memories Superior stands the continent, The walls, The growing concrete, Telephone towers, Bloody faces, The red road Of pipestone You give me your love It was a summer night In July When we combined In from the night Into the light Farmer's daughter, Farmer's daughter When will you let it all down, Or will it unwind In a seasonal decline? All rights reserved. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pS8pLCRunBc