Straight Line

If my body could talk it would say to you,
"Take a piece of the ground that I'm going through,
pick it up in the heel of your loving hand,
with a touch of your fingers help me understand."

And I'm walking that field in a straight line,
walking out where the grass is tall and dry.
Yes I'm walking that field in a straight line,
and I'm walking the ground with my hands held high.

If my body could talk it would open up,
take a drink of the water from your loving cup,
pick it up, pour it out where the well is dry,
pour it out in a circle underneath the sky.

And I'm plowing that field in a straight line,
plowing down where the rocks are cold and dry.
Yes I'm plowing that field in a straight line,
and I'm planting my seeds on the winds of change.
Winds of change, the winds of change.

Winds of change, Earth is singing.
Feel my feet, hands are bringing my body back to me.
My body back to me, my body back to me.

If my body could talk it would tell a soul,
break it down into simple terms and make it whole.

And I'm walking that field in a straight line,
walking out where the grass is tall and dry.
Yes I'm walking that field in a straight line,
and I'm planting my seeds on the winds of chage.

Winds of change, Earth is singing.
Feel my feet, hands are bringing my body back to me.
My body back to me, my body back to me.

(Words and music 1992 Bruce Haedt, original recording

2002 on Bainbridge Island, WA, Eddie Jay Williams engineer)