Meet Me in the Fields - Millbrook

You sang to me in parking lots

Voicing over cars and trains

That’s what you’re meant for

So craft your metaphor

And meet me in the fields

You broke the news on your guitar

The magi huddled at your star

Yes, this is for real

Telling truth with wood and steel

So meet me in the fields

We’ll meet in the middle of the night

And share the songs we wrote about the war

Watching all the ground beneath us drop

The house burned down, we don’t live there anymore

They say true love is like a flood

If that’s the care I hope you drown

Let your lungs fill up with sea,

The best is yet to be

So meet me in the fields

We’ll meet in the middle of the night

And share the songs we wrote about the war

Watching all the ground beneath us drop

The house burned down, we don’t live there anymore

That’s what you’re meant for

So craft your metaphor

Yes this is for real

Telling truth with wood and steel

Through this muddied sphere

Through pathways paved with fear

Through the ink and tears

Through the foraging of years

Through the open throat of death

Close your eyes and draw a breath

Brace yourself, now here it comes

Hear the cannons, feel the drums

And we’ll meet in the fields

Meet me in the fields

Salve the cities, turn the towns

Bigger mountains have come down

Meet me in the fields