road to the fields /// hansi & the gretels
on the road to the fields
hiding the load behind my shields
my mind's not going there
it's going anywhere
trying to bring the water to the mill
on the road to the fields
dusty throat and rusty steel
anything that floats may tend to heal
once on those riverbanks
grabbing with my hands
i lost it to the sands
´til i learned how to bend
my face into the stream to draw the feel
on the road to the fields
time to go and turn the wheels
to dump the load and drop the shields
'cause in those trodden fields
a big machine of flesh and steel
is snapping at my heels
it rolls on carrier-runningwheels
and wants me to run just to stand still
so many friends climbed in
to run just for the spin
and with some selfish desperate grin
they disappear in that machine
never to be seen
time to quit the scene
to walk the fields of green
and put some distance in between
the light a fire that is seen
and send up some smoke rings
to the eyes of those miniature kings
to tell them i'm no longer in
that i'm gone
with the wind
time to move on up across the hills
and leave the road to the fields ….