THE WHEEL OF THE SUN

the wheel of the sun
in the vault of the skies
the birds sing
lifting notes in their cries
in the streets below
in the cities where
the dynamos run
on rims of steel
we start to feel
the wheel of the sun

workers in the fields
all have lives of their own
television shows
make them feel
so alone
the wheel of the sun
fills the fault in their eyes
and lifts the blinds
on the signs as they rise

we never knew
we could take it in our hand
pluck it from the sky
and twirl it in our fingers like a fan

the wheel of the sun
has a wrath all its own
and it rolls in a path
in advance of the known
we fill ourselves with violence
and when the violence is done
still it turns in silence
it's the  wheel of the sun

we never knew
we could take it in our hand
pluck it from the sky
and twirl it in our fingers
like a fan
wheel of the sun
storehouse in the blue
before you were born
and there was time for you
we never knew
we could take it our hand
we never knew
we could take it in our hand
by a grove of trees
the sound of bees
takes us to our prize
it's the wheel of the sun
in the vault of the skies