We buried the body of our only baby
in the backyard of my brothers house
And we struggled for words
as we shoveled the dirt
Into the hole we would never be without
And when the dark wind came calling
Up from the South
We tried in vain to say a prayer in our name
But empty stayed our mouths
Only the pines really know
How it all went so wrong
And how we'll ever let go
To the dream of a dawn
When we wake without woe
Only the pines really know
We folded the farm ,
Frozen fields still fruitless
Left to linger in their longing under withholding suns
We ran into harm heads high with smiles toothless
Our bites nothing more than bulletless guns
And when the time tumbled toward us ,
To atone for what we'd done
We shackled our legs to the truth and the trust
That from our troubles we'd no longer run
Only the pines really know
How we were running so fast and living so low
With our hearts in the past and our loves out on loan
Only the pines really know
The good times go so fast
And the pain can pass slow
It all rolls ...in upon
the winds that we cannot control
Only the pines really know
How it all when so wrong
And how well ever let go
Of the dream of a dawn when we wake without woe
Only the pines really know
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