I wrote a song for absolution I needed one that could go back in time To wind its way to a world's beginning A wind for turning the arrow around I washed my clothes in a holy river Let hang to dry and stains reappeared For years I kept from eyes around me In rushes down by the banks of a dream The world's moved on but moments linger In flickering light as a film clatters on I've been recast, have since recanted Those scenes, they seem so extreme to me now A running stag across the water Protection comes as a glimpse through the reeds In crested sun for a moment's passage, Then disappears to the dark of the green On canyon walls and across the mesas A song to after what's carved into stone Connecting lines threaded into verses Be still, be still, don't you shudder no more