Iron hull in a basement hall
Rusting paint on a limestone wall
Sifting through the yellowed page
Old ink locked in a paper cage
Digging deep in the heavy clay
Searching for a better way
Iron heart and a botanist soul
Finding truth in a dusty roll
Monstera leaves in the humid air
Rooting deep with a patient care
Searching for the Latin name
Turning sparks to a steady flame
Steel tow line on a concrete floor
Pushing open a heavy door
Index cards like a winter seed
Giving me the only map I need
Digging deep in the heavy clay
Searching for a better way
Iron heart and a botanist soul
Finding truth in a dusty roll
Race the sun till the sky turns red
Follow where the old ink led
One last turn of a rusted key
Set the sleeping harbor free
Silt and soil in a leather bind
Leaving all the wreckage behind
Root and anchor in the damp dark
Waiting for a single golden spark
Digging deep in the heavy clay
Searching for a better way
Iron heart and a botanist soul
Finding truth in a dusty roll
Heavy steel and a garden green
Cleanest sight that I ever seen
Just a roll in the heavy clay.
