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  1. Lines

From the recording Bridge of Eyes

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SD - guitar and vocals
Recorded live at The Saenger Theatre, New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

Lyrics

LINES by Scott Detweiler

Once they would come
To the top of the hill
Seeking words from the worn withered man
His eyes they would speak
Of the roads he had seen
Picking words people young understand

He spoke of a day
When a woman was a wife
And man was a father and son
When men went to work
Seeking gold that they knew
Would bring bread to family life

His audience young
They would not understand
A forever as one hand in hand
But the lines that would keep tradition alive
Would fade slowly into the sand
The lines that would keep tradition alive
Would fade slowly into the sand
La la la la la la la

The old man passed on
And the children grew tall
In houses with room just for one
The women ate pills
With a gleam in their eye
Raincoats for men were in style

Now there are no young
At the top of the hill
Seeking words from the worn withered man
But there’s a crowd on the hill
Of old women and men
And their crying
Crying out loud
No Children
None to be found

They long for the song
And they pray for the day
When lines kept the children around
Now there are no lines
Except for the ones
On faces and one is a frown
They long for the song
And they pray for the day
When lines kept the children around
The lines that would keep tradition alive
Would fade slowly into the ground
Into the ground
Into the ground

And there were no children
Born unto the world
To keep the world round
Spinning round

Where are the children
Where are the kids

Copyright 1982, 2001, 2017 Detweiler Music, ASCAP. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. Music and Lyrics by Scott Detweiler.