I park the cab by the heavy clay
Where Pinus sylvestris start the day
I watch the poles and the copper wire
The morning sun is a golden fire
I'm keeping watch by the forest edge
A lonely driver on a needle ledge
The green is deep and the road is wide
With the wild spirit as my only guide
I tell the roots how the traffic flows
The way the wind in the valley blows
I treat the loam like a holy page
A quiet peace in a noisy age
I'm keeping watch by the forest edge
A lonely driver on a needle ledge
The green is deep and the road is wide
With the wild spirit as my only guide
The telephone lines hum a steady beat
The asphalt shimmers in the midday heat
I see the sap on the rugged bark
I stay awake until the sky gets dark
Dig in the dirt, let the water run
Under the glare of a summer sun
The xylem climbs to a dizzy height
Bringing the forest into the light
I shift the gear with a steady hand
The oldest soul in a changing land
I know the scent of the damp pine floor
I keep my eye on the open door
I'm keeping watch by the forest edge
A lonely driver on a needle ledge
The green is deep and the road is wide
With the wild spirit as my only guide
The headlights cut through the velvet blue
The evening dew makes the needles new
I call the trees by their Latin name
The wild world is my only game
I'm keeping watch by the forest edge
A lonely driver on a needle ledge
The green is deep and the road is wide
With the wild spirit as my only guide
Just the pines and the copper line. Keep it rolling.
Yeah, the soil is fine.
