Hallowed Ground

I'm walking on hallowed ground
I'm breathing in ancient air
I'm hearing a long lost sound from the water down there
It's a distant beat pulsing through the heat
Of the long ago

I'm walking on hallowed ground
I'm stepping on sacred bones
Another new fossil found in the silt and the stones
Just beyond this hill, in the sultry still
Of the summer

I am trying to find something I left behind
In the long ago

I'm walking on hallowed ground
I'm holding my daughter's hand
I'm taking a look around where my dad used to stand
When he'd watch me play on some sun-scorched day
In the long ago

I'm following faded trails
From when I was twelve years old
I'm fishing out new details in the stories I've told
Like the hearts I broke, like the truth unspoken
In the summer

Turn a corner, and then I am right back again
In the long ago

See that kid in the breeze?
I keep telling him, "Easy does it"
That's the problem with him
It was never that simple, really, was it?

I'm walking on hallowed ground
I'm checking out every clue
I'm seeing my life unwound and assembled anew
Then I hear that line, "Dad, relax, I'm fine"
And she's running off

And she'll stand here one day, watching me walk away
In the long ago

You can run, you can learn, but you'll always return
To the long ago