Grain Towers, Telephone Poles Songtext

Hallelujah!-- the sun is in my eyes, on my face. The air is hot with heaviness, and weighted and waiting for something to unfold. Hallelujah!-the sun is on our backs at last. It's been a long day driving past grain towers, telephone poles-- and have you ever seen so beautiful a sight, as the way the sun lays down without a fight? Sometimes, I get lost in here (and it takes a while to find me).