Time doesn’t matter on the upper road
It stopped passing a long time ago
The children here are descended from trees
that wandered down the mountain before there were leaves
The forest knows how to make itself still
and let the sky come to it
The birds know just how to call to the sunlight
and when to let it fade away
The dead make themselves food for the living
and the living learn from the sacrifice of those that are gone
Ghost machines rattle down roads
that were eaten up by wilderness a long time ago
Words & Music by Mike Power 