Lost River/Old River - Thunder

Thunder rolls around
In the heat of the summer's crown
We are old but we are still young
We are wise among the foolish ones

And the old way is the only way we know
In the green fields where the fog builds
We will lay

The laughter rolls around
And the fire we built has all burned down
We are sprawled but we are exact
We are order among the abstract

And the old way is the only way we know
On the dirt roads as the day grows
We are home

Written by:
Matthew Kemp

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