Ain't Never Been Plugged!

2. The Highway

 

Lyrics and Music: : Peter Fischman

Lead vocal and guitar: Mike Agranoff
Harmony vocals: Pat & Ken Rolston

1.
In a swamp along the highway. Tall trees stand bare, stripped of bark.
While overhead the herons build their nests, the trees grey light, the nests brown dark.
The birds all wheel away in Summer.* Each nest stands open to the weather.
Till in the Spring when heron flocks return to raise their families together.

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This is how the story goes now and then. If you listen you can hear.
We may meet again, who knows where or when with the turning of the year.
We may meet again, who knows where or when with the turning of the year.

2,
Fallow field along the highway. Corn stalks scattered on the dirt.
Last Summer's bounty harvested and sold, the cold, cold ground remains inert.
Till in spring when sun shines longer. The earth responds to warmer weather.
The stalks decay. The plowman makes his way, mixing the stalks and soil together.

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This is how the story goes now and then. If you listen you can hear.
We may meet again, who knows where or when with the turning of the year.
We may meet again, who knows where or when with the turning of the year.

bridge:
Cycle of seasons, tempest and time. Effects of planetary motions around the sun.
The bluest blue moon still tugs the tides around the ocean.

3.
Drivers all along the highway. Mostly on their way to work.
They're weaving in and out across the lanes, this one polite, that one a jerk.
Most like me work in some building completely cut off from the weather.
And at day's end we barrel 'round the bend, all homeward bound, alone, together

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This is how the story goes now and then. If you listen you can hear.
We may meet again, who knows where or when with the turning of the year.
We may meet again, who knows where or when with the turning of the year.

*Pete's original line is "The Herons wheel away in Summer...