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I'm goin' down to the highlands

goin' down to walk among the shades

between the ferns

around the trees outside the house of Lot

And I'll stand beneath the window of the blue eyed pretty girl that time forgot

I'm takin’ down the cathedral

takin’ down the flag up on the pole

I'll take it down

because all its meaning is lost

I'll give it to the weary and the cold to keep their bones safe from frost

I'm gonna take them all fishing

I'll sail with them among the waves

beneath the storm

ride it out until the water is still

then we'll pull up our nets and every woman child and man will eat their fill

I'll talk to every person

tell everyone to take their time

wait their turn

just relax and let it all unfold

I'll walk among the strangers, the beaten the neglected, sick, and old

we're gonna ride to new Salem

ride into town and see what’s up

among the people

hard of heart and lost in fear

I'll tell them all I know every line whether or not they wanna hear

They likely won't understand me

won't appreciate it when I say

that all they have

all they love will one day all just disappear

they'll track me down and drag me in and some poor random jerk will lose his ear

They'll put me on trial

they'll say whatever they need to say

to justify

rationalize

and then they'll haul me away

I'll say it doesn't matter but they'll nail me up and leave me for a day

then you can tell the story

tell the story of a man

who did what any other

woman

child

or man could do

then you'll forget the meaning, twist it round and make it serve only you.