"Barefoot Kid" lyrics
"Barefoot Kid"
The sun came up like nothing
Happened while he wasn't looking
But I saw Eden tumble down
Even the Superman trembles now
I never did see this coming
I'm still not really sure what happened
The water's rising, the river can't hold her
Seeping through the crack in the mirror
Been wearing thin
Dove deep where nobody goes
Down here in the hollow
The only ghosts are my own
It wasn't time for the harvest
But you were plucked up by the roots nonetheless
Left the garden dark as night
I'll imagine a goodbye
Struck down by epiphany
Hit by a runaway train haulin' everything
Let down by the hand that was meant to be good
I never noticed mine are dirty too
Those tattered tents don't stand a chance
Against the winter wind's indifference
Up on the hill they hear it loud
The concrete roof make a rattlin' sound
Ran all the way to the hidden creek
Hoping to hear the birds' serenade
Nothing but smoke and cranes in the air
And on the ground there's a paper trail
Struck down by epiphany
Hit by a runaway train haulin' everything
Let down by the hand that was meant to be good
I never noticed mine are dirty too
Remember when the sands fell slowly
And the dirt on your hands didn't mean a thing
That barefoot kid is calling you
Leave him lost in the Arkansas wood
On a late September night
'Neath the wing of a raven sky
Like a heart come back to life
Behold the light
She came from a distant land where
Spring rose, summer never fell
While the barefoot kid's been calling you
She ran into the wood and saved him too
Struck down by epiphany
Hit by a runaway train haulin' everything
Held up by the hand that was sure to be good
I never could've imagined you
Writer(s): Lincoln Mick, Bailey Elizabeth Warren, Isaac Horn
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