Mossy pit where we throw javelins
Rented house, rotted boat, go up north so soon
Summer haze, from my perch, and I spy the rung
Drilled into the rocky slope
Deliver us from the birch
Path is marked without a stripe
Consider which way to turn
Vain escape, without a light
Deliver us from the birch
Scales of bark reclaimed each night
Walk on the sacred ground
Walk on the sacred ground
Little girl, who reports, to the dirty sand
Jetty holds back the tide, and its claims on her
I can see, I can see why she waits for storm to break
Brine soaked cloth clings too tight
Deliver us from the birch
Path is marked without a stripe
Consider which way to turn
Vain escape without a light
Deliver us from the birch
Scales of bark reclaimed each night
Walk on the sacred ground
Walk on the sacred ground
What is there sacred now?
Walk on the sacred ground