Convoy of trucks parked waiting out the snow
Steep stone levees, roadside flood control
Hairpin turns, wide wandering river beds
I love you the way you are, the way you’ve always been
 
Beaten, beaten for the light
Beaten, beaten
 
Hauling one day diamonds, the next day stone
Working as if you lived in the early days of a better world
 
Beaten, beaten for the light
Beaten, beaten
 
I am another now, and not the same
I shall not pass this way again
The old gods will not be replaced
We pass into a shadow age