pennsylvania

a borrowed sunday suit, a pair of snakeskin boots, and a hand spun tale of woe which overcame them, of a wheel within a wheel, a dread they all could feel, out there in the fields of pennsylvania, after breaking bread, he looked at them and said, "there's a fire coming soon, but i can save ya", sang an old forgotten song, and the children sang along, voices rising up in pennsylvania, so clap hands, stomp feet, love has come now, love to set you free, when the hammer hits the wheel, there's smoke there in the steel, the word it felt so heavy in his hand, then just like that, he's gone, the spirit pushes him along, he slouches now towards eastern pennsylvania, so clap hands, stomp feet, love has come now, love to set you free, the darkness drops again, then the wheels begin to spin, burning down the fields of pennsylvania