Gonna find myself a sledgehammer
and a crow bar with some stick.
Breathe a little plaster dust,
just enough to make me sick.
Gonna dig myself a deep long trench,
cool and clean and damp,
toss the earth and scatter bones,
place this footing down.
I will make you my horizon.
Gonna borrow me a crosscut saw,
and a bucket full of nails,
Play a little rip cut rag,
then watch my flag unfurl.
I will make you my horizon.
Out among those glowing coals is a line we dare not cross
Not to sound to trivial, but cross it we all must.
I will make you my horizon
Distant and unimpaired.
Yes I will find it my horizon
Distant and unimpaired.
Yes I will find it my horizon
Distant and unimpaired.
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