From the recording This Dirt

Lyrics

I’ll walk backwards a few million years
Just to know how to stand
The smudging on the cave walls
The imprint of a hand
Could they have been an allegory
Could they have known the truth
By God there’s a thousand names
Don’t know which ones to use

So many interpretations
That were took to the grave
The ones that made it out were exiled
Burned at the stake
Well if the vine crawled up tall
Maybe the flowers would’ve bloomed
But you try to read your life page for page
And you look the other way

As you dig away
Trying to uncover your own worth
Do you even read the scripture
That you found
The years of expertise
Won’t amount to much
Unless you plant the flowers by the riverside
Unless you plant the flowers by the riverside
Unless you plant the flowers by the riverside
Unless you plant the flowers by the riverside
Unless you plant the flowers by the riverside