The ground is holy ground to me.
Never once I wanted to step off of thee.
That though shall see my blood shot eyes
When thy foot steps off line
There you must see
That as scared as I can be
But you keep me standing on edge
Watching rocks fall to the edge
Watching eagles fly at eye sight
There Im standing on the canyon
Making plans of how Im dying
There I can't be no fear in me
Of falling really off of a front porch looking towards a tree?
