Once a day or so, the trains whistle hellos
Passing earth to and fro until it swallows us whole
Wheat flowers and waves of sweetgrass, dust of lost ideas
The rugs & coats made of forgotten kings shot in their tracks.
I'm a man from a safe distance
I'm a man who denies all justice
I'm a man who owns and runs all
I'm a man without a god
I'm a man too proud to ask
And I'm trapped in this man
I'm a man without science
I put my faith in this land
I'm a man from a safe distance
I'm a man without men
On the hi-line

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