the season's hinge

i look southwest and do not see my goal
there's nothing here to keep us any more
the ground upon which we shall stand is whole

the horse that races now was once a foal
could barely make it through the stable door
i look southwest and do not see my goal

the sky is blank today no clouds will roll
no rains will from above upon us pour
the ground upon which we shall stand is whole

the singing birds have not ceased their patrol
we feel there's still some soundness at the core
i look southwest and do not see my goal

beyond this moment who shall have control
that is the question for who knows the score
the ground upon which we shall stand is whole

it's almost the due time we've given our parole
matters return to the pattern of before
i look southwest and do not see my goal
the ground upon which we shall stand is whole