Driving home I see those flooded fields How can people not know what beauty this is I've taken it for granted my whole life Since the day I was born Clouds hang on these curves like me And I kneel to the wheel Of the fox confessor on splendid heels And he shames me from my seat And on my guilty feet I follow him in retreat What purpose in these deeds Oh fox confessor please Who married me to these orphaned blues "It's not for you to know, but for you to weep and wonder When the death of your civilization precedes you." Will I ever see you again Will there be no one above me to put my faith in I flooded my sleeves as I drove home again.