When I would look out, which wasn’t often
With mountains and pastures in my field of view
It was neither sacred nor heinous
I am of the valley as the range is to you
I swear I looked away for a minute
And they built a steeple on the drug store
And the style of the belfry suggests that it plays a sad tune
And the spire, although new, had a nice patina
Evoking memories I never knew
In the woods I sought a clearing
Followed the beer cans with bullet holes
I hacked away limbs and let out a bellow
O someone or something, can you lighten my load?
I swear I looked away for a minute
And they built a steeple on the drug store
And the style of the belfry suggests that it plays a sad tune
And the spire, although new, had a nice patina
Evoking memories I never knew
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