The silos of home
They stand guard against the sky
So wide, I feel
Like I’m swimming in God’s eye
When we were young, we’d go
To the one playground
I’d swing you high, you’d tell me how
All the trees are taller than the town
Since you’ve gone away
I can only try
On my better days
To make my way down by
The silos of home
To that one playground
I sit on that swing alone
And tell your memory
All the trees
Are still taller than the town