You stand upon a narrow wire
Above the flashing electric fire
The cedar porch is old and grey
You keep the heavy wind at bay
Hold the line and feel the soil
While the heavy thunder coils
Rooted deep like ancient pine
You are guarding every line
The Monarda blooms in the wet
A purple glow you won't forget
You watch the wooden planks align
Waiting for a steady sign
Hold the line and feel the soil
While the heavy thunder coils
Rooted deep like ancient pine
You are guarding every line
The rain hits like a sudden weight
You balance on a rusted gate
Your boots are caked in heavy clay
You chase the silver clouds away
Slower now like growing seed
Patience is the only need
Let the water soak the ground
Until the quiet peace is found
The Salvia bows to the breeze
You move with such a steady ease
Your hands are rough and weathered brown
You keep the wooden structure down
Hold the line and feel the soil
While the heavy thunder coils
Rooted deep like ancient pine
You are guarding every line
The storm retreats to distant hills
The humming of the garden stills
You step down from the wire high
Underneath a golden sky
Hold the line and feel the soil
While the heavy thunder coils
Rooted deep like ancient pine
You are guarding every line
Just keep it grounded
Deep in the clay
Stay rooted now
Stay rooted
