Burning Maple Roads

Lighting up a cigarette outside the front door frame,

Laughing with Jordan at the irony of the game.

You gotta step beyond the walls to feel the summer heat,

To know what living feels like underneath your feet.

Inside the box is freezing,

a safety-net routine,

While outside is the forest where the wild things used to green.

We build our little containers just to keep the chill away,

Trading open canopies for a rectangular day.

Oh, the box is just a construct,

a fortress in the dark,

We draw our shiny silver swords

and look for any spark!

Is happiness a wanderer or hiding in the frame?

We're all just trying to figure out the rules of this old

game. Outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

inside we try to rest,

And Joan says that somehow God is always for the best :)

If sustainability's a dream the blueprints tried to sell,

Why do we build our safety in an insulated cell?

Raw emotional devotion cutting straight across the doubt,

Trying to trace the perimeter of what it's all about.

We left the ancient timber for a roof above our head,

Now we pace our quiet cages wondering where the wildness fled.

The forest doesn't ask you for a permit or a key,

It just grows without a blueprint,

wild and fiercely free.

Can you live a life that's long if you never touch the

breeze? Can you find a quiet soul when you're trapped behind the

trees?

We hold our swords up high,

but the battle's in our head...

*(Soaring, emotional string arrangement clashing with driving,

rhythmic acoustic strumming)*

Oh, the box is just a construct,

a fortress in the dark,

We draw our shiny silver swords and look for any spark!

Is happiness a wanderer or hiding in the frame?

We're all just trying to figure out the rules of this old

game. Outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

inside we try to rest,

And Joan says that somehow God is always for the best :)

Tiguidou... Next cycle open.