There is a land up north
Where love is forever
This just in, a report
the weather is better
Milk and honey flow
if you follow the letter
But this invisible cupid
is a black arrow cherub
For the narrow road he knows
his quiver is loaded
They mob for the route
and bottleneck at the mouth
I can't budge in the panic
It could be the traffic
or it could be my doubt
As they clamor for lanes
I buy my way out
They call me insane
the only one driving south
It's not sour grapes
there is gold in them hills
But I would rather be poor
than rich and on pills
They will all mine the quarry
and their children will too
Addicted to the story
blind faith makes it true
Until he lets fly the volley
that blots out the sky
Every generation of folly
dies wondering why
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