Atlas’ Boulder

You know, there used to be oak groves Where now stand these paper mills pines Which is why I find it hard to believe those Who say the soul of the land is not dyin’

I can still feel the salt from the sea air Burning the back of my throat I don’t know if I’ll make it back there But I pray that in time I will go Failing light, patient night

Hold on Atlas’ boulder’s been on his shoulders So long his head’s hanging low

Sometimes I dream of those late nights In the sand with the wind on my face With some lover, long-lost but whose strong ties Remind me how I loved this place I can still trace the trail of her warm tears

Burning on down her cheek I still long for the taste of her goodbyes Just the thought still makes me weak This road was a reason for livin’

Though some days it’s a task to recall The fruits of the years that I’ve given And not feel like I’ve squandered them all I can still see the swift-settin’ suns rays As it’s quenched in the waves of the gulf And think back on a time when one good day In a good place was more than enough

Failing light, patient night Hold on Atlas’ boulder’s been on his shoulders So long his head’s hanging low

Failing light, patient night It’s time Atlas’ boulder is off his shoulders But mine is all that I know