[Verse 1]
Only the dirt I do believe
As memory vanishes among the leaves

[Chorus 1]
Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim’s fare
Jubilee’s generally early. Let’s take the country air
Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It’s a shameful soil
But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil

[Verse 2]
Cradled in ivy, we will allow
The moss to prosper upon our brows

[Chorus 3]
Boxer rebellion, the Holy Child. They all pay their rent
But none together can testify to the rhythm of a road well bent
Saddles and zip codes, passports and gates, the Jones’ keep
In August the water is trickling, in April it’s furious deep

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus 1]
Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim’s fare
Jubilee’s generally early. Let’s take the country air
Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It’s a shameful soil
But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil
[Verse 3]
Only the dirt I do believe
Divinity vanishes among the leaves