Hands in Your Pockets - The Shacks, Listener

Oh she turns over and over again burning

Or more glowing in that way

Let’s make a fire she said

And use our lives to fan the flames

It’s a privilege to see it happen

With full hands never still

On fire she moves with every turning

Backwards above the ground

While her husband lays there

Still pushing memories around

And all the corners in every town across the plains

The ants in East Texas plan their lives

In cities below the power lines

But we won’t ever know

About that thin wire

Little lightning pieces

Vibrating electric

It’s on that thin wire

We’re all enemy

All family

The sun is making dancers up ahead

Heating up as far as I can see

Is this the same way everywhere

The way the road can make a wave

Right in the middle of it all

It’s that kind of medicine

It’ll- oh it’ll work the same way every time and next time

All fingers pointing out the edge

You said to keep making it

Until something makes sense

It’s ok, no it’s not

It won’t stop moving

It’s always changing

Hold on

How does the future ever get made

From what we say

But for action and grace

And the time that we make

Innocence and that is not

Insignificant

Out here huntin' for the start

But it’s just the opposite of that

Two hearts in the stands

Near the coast

Hold on hold on with your hands

Wherever you go

No matter where you go

Inside of you is home

Build it strong, keep us safe

That’s the way, grow it high

And every way, make a home

Keep us safe

They won’t ever know

About that thin wire

Little lightning pieces

Vibrating electric

On that thin wire

We’re all enemy

All family

It’s on that thin wire

We’re all holding onto

Moving back and forth

Vibrating electric

In the wind

On that thin wire

Little folded fingers

All family

Swaying back and forth

Vibrating electric in the wind

On that thin wire

Little folded fingers

On that old wire

We’re all enemy

All family