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DeMalo ain’t here now There ain’t no rock But still the birds sang Still the day dawned on the walls of this room I stand in the middle an squint at the ceilin It’s harder to see now the rooht in the dome above me If you didn’t knoas there, you wouldn’t think to look You’d never notice it
Jack, I says Could it be triggered by light froenius, he says The first light of day sets it off Soh a pipe or somethin I cain’t hardly see that What made you look there?
I dunno, I says I jest looked up an there it was
The music plays on The lost creatures of the lost world roam the walls all around us They fly the skies They swi Water What DeMalo called the ocean, the sea I never thought I’d see these sights agin My heart cracks open wide, to fill itself with thelad I don’t hafta hide how I feel After all, I’m meant to be seein it fer the first tiined this
Wonderful fer sure, says Jack But it ain’t nuthin to do with DeMalo If this is triggered by the dawn, it happens every day All that Pathfinder h-stakes con man
He’s lied, I says About everythin
Don’t sound so surprised, he says Anyways, lyin’s hardly the worst of his sins
We sat in the sweetgrass meadow that mornin The Stewards, DeMalo an me The breeze dried my tears as he spoke Of the music on the wind that led him to this room
As that new day dawned, I had the vision Just as you’ve seen today Mother Earth revealed to lories of our world as it was And she revealed to me my destiny You are the Pathfinder, she told me I have chosen you to heal me
We’ve all believed him so completely That’s becuz he believes it hisself He’s told the tale so often, it’s become the truth even to him At what point does that happen, I wonder That you start to believe yer own lies
It’s quite the make-believe he’s cooked up, says Jack The drea hero with his visions
On the walls all around people walk an run an dance Long ago gone Long unre unmourned The Wreckers But in this moment, they live fer me an Jack I think of the ten skellentons, lyin in them bunks Whoever they was--man, woman, child--they closed the door in the hillside one day an shut theirselfs in Knowin their refuge rave That they’d seen the last of the sky
Suddenly I git it They go together, I says
What goes together? says Jack
The seedstore an this room with these visions, I says They left it fer us Fer those who ht come after When them people lay on them bunks fer the very last time, they died with hope That somebody would find this one day But they didn’t ift to the future, the chance to start over with them seeds … it’s meant fer all of us Not jest people, but the earth itself an every creature It’s fer the coood The htly an justly These visions tell us so Look!
Around the walls there’s the young an the old The strong help the weak The healthy tend the sick All ether
He’s stolen this place, I says He ain’t no visionary He’s a thief He’s a liar