New Auburn

You rolling, Jim? (Rolling) Every time I drive up on 53 I'm seeing sideways up ahead of me There's little lakes, there's little fountains There's little molehills made out of mountains There's little prayers that I perceive, oh Every time I drive up on 54 It goes past Mick's and Dick's general store There goes the signal and it's dropped for miles There goes the static at the top of the dial Every wild man screamed it By only a hundred years, away now Who am I to witness? Who am I to see? Who am I to notice which way a tree Falling alone falls silently? Half a mile later, just past the sign There's a Winnebago, an Econoline I smell the lake on up aways I know the exit and the parking place We used to swim out in the sun We were swimmin' out there under heaven We were too young to have been unforgiven Who are you to listen? Who are you to care? Just someone who knows me from anywhere Where do we come from out of thin air? I hear you whisper in the back of my hair --- New Auburn - Anaïs Mitchell and Big Red Machine