The birds come back every year
They’re playing Chinese checkers in the sky
Each move chalked out so clear
No, they’re playing hopscotch without the lines
Circling now a statue of some poet who has never been here
Every pass a “bless you” to the poet’s broken mirror
Show my body what it already knows
Don’t let it cross my mind
Let me be led by my ancestor’s ghost
‘Til I’m dancing without even trying
I have heard them digging
Down in the mountain for some time
Now they’ve turned to drinking
Thinking there’s nothing there to find
But there’s gold in that mountain, yeah, the river will carry it out
Soft and slow accountant mining mountains without sound
Show my body what it already knows
Don’t let it cross my mind
Let me be led by my ancestor’s ghost
‘Til I’m dancing without even trying
Lead me with a vision
Pillar of fire in the night
Out beyond my reason
That old emotion in disguise
Past the pride of progress and the paintings that stain these cave walls
Every step a promise, every instinct true and strong
Show my body what it already knows
Don’t let it cross my mind
Let me be led by my ancestor’s ghost
‘Til I’m dancing without even trying
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