Tarot · Track 25 · middle
Four of Wands
RWS: four wands raised as a garlanded canopy, two figures beneath lifting bouquets, a bridge and a castle behind, the whole town out. Keywords: homecoming, the threshold crossed, harvest-feast, a stability solid enough to dance under.
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Lyrics
I drove four cedar stakes deep in the lawn We’ve been running on fumes and adrenaline since dawn But the boxes are dropped and the driveway is clear And it looks like the whole neighborhood is right here Look at the bridge in the fading light We actually made it to the other side tonight So raise up the garland, string up the vine Pass round the water and pass round the wine Four wooden pillars, a roof made of air Look at the people, they're already there The stone of the house is heavy and proud But our little canopy breathes with the crowd It’s only a threshold, it isn't the end But the ground is steady enough, my friend So dance I bought cheap corner-store bouquets for the girls They’re lifting them up as the evening uncurls The wiring is sketchy, 50 feet of orange cord Just dragging the power right out to the yard For once my brain isn't looking for the catch Just watching the shadows and lantern-light match We fought for this inch of the dirt, you and me Now we're standing right under the canopy So raise up the garland, string up the vine Pass round the water and pass round the wine Four wooden pillars, a roof made of air Look at the people, they're already there The stone of the house is heavy and proud But our little canopy breathes with the crowd It’s only a threshold, it isn't the end But the ground is steady enough, my friend So dance Wands are for walking, for catching the spark But tonight they are holding the roof in the dark Tomorrow the fire will push us ahead Tomorrow we'll worry about making the bed But right now the rhythm is shaking the dirt And nobody's tired, and nobody's... hurting at all So raise up the garland, string up the vine Pass round the water and pass round the wine Four wooden pillars, a roof made of air Look at the people, they're already there The stone of the house is heavy and proud But our little canopy breathes with the crowd It’s only a threshold, it isn't the end But the ground is steady enough, my friend Four poles in the yard Just a roof made of air But it holds us Yeah, it holds