Glass eye stares at the pine
Siting on a thin line
Copper wires hum a song
Where the wild grass grows long
Silver lens in the green
Seeing things never seen
Patient soul in the shade
Where the old colors fade
Rust upon the metal gear
Counting every passing year
Telephone poles stand tall
Watching autumn leaves fall
Silver lens in the green
Seeing things never seen
Patient soul in the shade
Where the old colors fade
Heavy dew on the chrome
This forest is its home
Still as stone in the breeze
Hidden deep in the trees
Hold the frame steady now
Low beneath the cedar bough
Capture truth in the grain
Wait for sun after rain
Keep the rhythm slow
Let the heavy bass grow
Feel the island heat
Moving to the one beat
Bird wings beat in the air
Finding peace in the glare
Frozen time in a box
Steady as the river rocks
Silver lens in the green
Seeing things never seen
Patient soul in the shade
Where the old colors fade
Keep the vision clear
Keep the spirit near
Silver lens in the green
Keep the vision clean
