Dust Red clay Crunching between my teeth Four long months before the pouring rain You keep waiting Wait Wait for a sign that never comes I see the gold in the weeds Crows circle around the fence Look up Look at the fields They're white now They're white now Ready to fall Ready to Break The Harvest Is Here The Harvest Is Here Oh oh oh Oh Pick It Oh Oh Oh Oh Shoot It Burst Dry stalks crack under the boots Sickle blades bite the dry heat The sun burns my neck Hard work Hard sweat Hard truth Empty silos won't fill themselves While you're sitting on the porch Watching the shadows lengthen Look up Look at the fields They're white now They're white now Ready to fall Ready to break The harvest is here The harvest is here Don't talk about tomorrow Don't talk about next year Don't say it's too early It's ready It's heavy It's right in front of you The color of frost The color of bone Look up Look at the fields They're white now They're white now Ready to fall Ready to fall
