Nickel And A Dime

I called the bluff of the boy who cried wolf
An eye for an eye never plagued my mind
Fields of heaven cling together in the sun

Turned to the sky
It left them high and dry
Went to the field that fills my ears
With the sound of a hill
Sky grows clear again

A week passed away
Time that day
The sea meets the sand
The sky greets the land
Young weary souls pay their tolls for love

Turned to the sky
It left them high and dry
Went to the field that fills my ears
With the sound of a hill
Sky grows clear again

They were down, down the river by the lake
Down where we await
Down, down the river by the lake
Going down to the river
Going down to the river
Going down to the river
Going down to the river where I lay my head down now

Fell to the ground and I felt my hands
Picture trees filled my dreams
A bird in the hand fails to land in my gloves