HALT

HALT
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Fire on the distance
Drums begin to sound
Eloquent the essence
When all the wheels are ground
To a halt

Growing on the mountain
Vines begin to reach
Everything we’re wanting
When it all comes to a screeching
Halt

Chariots and Cadillacs
Wings or on our feet
Covered wagons, flying dragons
To save us from the streets
Pills roll down the avenue
To alleviate decay
Get a brand new pair of shoes
And look for babies in the hay

Taking to the highway
Hitchers bear their thumbs
I think that I’ll take my way
As all your progress comes
To a halt