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The Season of the Lost
Indio
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It is the season of the lost
Of desert hopes and dreams of rain and sand
A wonder for witness and for word
That lies in waiting on this open ground
For the celebration of a distant song
Of ten wakes from one wake
If God as my witness I have tried
For a close eye knows a different solitude
But with that sky above that wall
And that same sun sets on me
I let the legends and the tallest tales
Fall through disappointed hands
Some will die trying and some will see
The sharpest thorns felt are never seen
When the dream's over and truth is told
The sweetest word spoke is never known
Some Nostradamus hear these words
And take the ruins from this broken site
And to the servants and the sires
The pious and the foreign grace
For in this sun there is no shrine
So be still my wandering friend
Why stand the virtue of some miracle
To hold the beauty in these hands
Some will die trying and some will see
The sharpest thorns felt are never seen
When the dream's over and truth is told
The sweetest word spoke is never known
Some will die trying and some will see
The sharpest thorns felt are never seen
When the dream's over and truth is told
The sweetest word spoke is never known
It is the season of the lost
It is the season of the lost
Of ten wakes from one wake