Streets of Gold

I heard the bugs a-rising, as their buzzing broke the silence
And a swarm of them arrived here like a plague
I felt the shells a-falling, and the afternoon was crawling
Like molasses seeping from a body bag

The day is done and the sun is cold
We’re gonna meet on streets of gold, meet on streets of gold
A river run and a fortune told
We’re gonna meet on streets of gold, meet on streets of gold 

Down in the hidden valley where you felt your spirits rallied
And you took a knee before the sacred cow
Black curtains in the kitchen for a life of idle wishing
In the time before you took your solemn vow 

And though this life is like a holiday
The jacarandas are in bloom
And though the dusk it feels so faraway
It’s already noon 

There’s time for your redemption, but there’s really no exemption
For your petty reinvention of the wheel
The bullet train you’re born in disembarks here in the morning
And don’t stop until it’s twilight in the fields