Indio - The Grinding Wheel lyrics

It was out in the wasteland And the boar was standing still I was hanging like a reptile With the fire down below So I climbed the big scene To watch the river flow Kachina never spoke of weather Nor the mercy on a bed of nails But someone should have checked the waterline They're drowning in among the k**s And this winter Comes on like a bitter vine There is a place there by that broken tower A den of preachers couldn't keep at bay Bound to the current of an open sea We are too afraid to listen Long before that day In the guise of water There came a desert rain And the Grinding Wheel will turn And to that sea we can follow her down Where there is room for the meek Far from the din and the squalor High on the gunfire Far from the wheel Hands never touch the bodies And eyes never see the sun I lie awake in this season And stay close to the open road As they go dancing in the fields Digging deep for that motherlode And down in the mill It's just a bird in the big blue sky A lion in the wheel Is just a stone in the deep blue sea Long before that day In the guise of water There came a desert rain Oh, and the Grinding Wheel will turn And to that sea we can follow her down Where there is room for the meek Far from the din and the squalor And the Grinding Wheel will turn A better road for the fallow and sane Where there is room for the meek Far from the din and the squalor She dances alone by the waterline Find another cheek to turn away While the boar lies still inside the naked Spirit...