Sams Hill

there is a fire that’s been burning just over the way it’s made of stone thoughts left without a trace I believe it all dropped from the heavens but i’m just glad that it didn’t hit me and it all can be seen from on top of sam’s hill there’s all those dirt roads that will lead you to nowhere they’ll wind up your mind to just about anywhere all those corn cribs and barn ribs to feed your eyes on a sunday afternoon i think i like this it all can be seen from on top of sam’s hill i’m going to climb right on top and rid me of this rest my head just rest my head legs hung over that ledge I’m sailing on an ocean in the middle of greenfield gazing at all I see free as i wanna be and it all can be seen on top of sam’s hill