There’s an old dirt road
And it’s lined with stones
And they all sing the song of the sower
Where the morning sleeps
And the dawning keeps its eye
As time ticks closer
Sometimes you feel
Like a spinning wheel
Or a needle hanging on a compass
And you don’t get far
With your lost north star
No direction no circumference
Yeah all of your life
The struggle weighing you down
It’s got you under cover
You’d do anything to drown it out
Losing the fight
You’re finally faced with the truth
That you’re gunning for the glory
Let it wash all over you
The day is near
For the marching snare
Mark the highway come the moment
For the sower’s plough
Is breaking frozen ground
With justice slung across his shoulder
Yeah all of your life
The struggle weighing you down
It’s got you under cover
You’d do anything to drown it out
Anything to drown it out
Don’t you wanna know?
Every valley will be raised,
The highest hills laid low
Don’t you wanna go?
Every valley will be raised,
the highest hills laid low now
Prepare the way
Prepare the way the sower goes
