Seam

I'm warming up to the idea
That tomorrow will someday be now
This place, this state, is all that I see
When I'm long lost but know I'll be found
And I'm starting to be a believer
In the truth of the matter at hand
There are nine thousand six hundred and nineteen square miles
In this barren and desolate land

But there's love on the seams
When you listen to the dreams
Of the old men who live in the trees here
And there's hate on the rocks
When we go swimming in socks
Oh how could I ever leave here

And I'm calming down for the new season
That is making its way into town
The winter is gone, there's no snow on the lawn
But there's plenty of ice on the ground
When the city is just a release here
And the highway cuts through every field
There are nine thousand six hundred and nineteen square miles
And still good reason to yield

But there's love on the seams
When you listen to the dreams
Of the women who live off the fees here
And there's hate on ice
But it'll have to suffice
Oh how could I ever leave here

And when all of this modern worry
Comes up in the throat again
You can call me, don't wonder
We're not going under
Just waiting for something to turn

And when all of this modern worry
Brings half of them back to the farm
Accept it, just take 'em
If the leaves fall, then rake 'em
That's something this place has to learn

It's time for sugaring?