Little Heart

Little Heart, go Slow
I’m already here, you know
Over the lake you see the wind blow
Through the trees and through the snow
Winter comes around
The heart gets slow, the senses all shut down
Resistance in the coil
The teacup waits as the water starts to boil
Live according to the season
In the home where I was born
Things they gotta have a reason
The sun don’t come before the dawn
The little man must go
You choke the business down, the river thick and slow
A dirty meddling hand
WiIl drive the value down and buy up all the land
See the head the head is floating
The body sits there all alone
Grandpa see the world is changing
Your little boy has left the home