Wheels, turning all the time
Sundays, hanging on the vine
Picking out the stones
Turning on the headlands
Tales as old as time
Standing, staring down the rain
Roaring, storming down the lane
Well I don't have the time
And you don't have the patience
They're buried in the headlands
Show me where to turn to when the sky comes falling down
Tell me what to say when the guards show up at the house
We keep it buried in the headlands with the truth and the blood and the tears
Genevieve says not to worry too much but I can't sleep for the rattling spears
Walking, down the open fields
Howling, tryna sort a deal
But heaven hath no fury
The devil's in the clay
Out there on the headlands
Show me where to turn to when the sky comes falling down
Tell me what to say when the guards show up at the house
We keep it buried in the headlands with the truth and the blood and the tears
Genevieve says not to worry too much but I can't sleep for the rattling spears
Older than the stones
Older than the winter
Taller than the trees
Buried down within her
Wilder than the sky
Taller than the mountains
Stronger than the sea
It's buried in the headlands
Show me where to turn to when the sky comes falling down
Tell me what to say when the guards show up at the house
We keep it buried in the headlands with the truth and the blood and the tears
Genevieve says not to worry too much but I can't sleep for the rattling spears