No Good Kudzu

Who told you that it was too late?

When was it that you started leanin’ that way?

Four tires cut into the clay

It dries up and now there’s just one road to take

It’s growing up over with green

So easy to drive on but it’s not what it seems

The poison is spilling upstream

And it’s takin' out every living thing

Every living thing

Who told you that you were no good?

There’s no use in tryin', even if you could

It wouldn’t come out like it should?

This stubborn kudzu just covered these woods

Could you listen to somebody else?

Will you only drink from the thoughts of yourself?

Under the canopy’s spell?

You dig in your heels and spread the disease

Disease disease

Back up the drive a bit

Could you see what this is?

This is a part of it all

Over and over

Injustice to injury

This is a part of it all

Could you hike back to it

Fight with this

Sit with this

This a part of it all

Ask around

Be aware

Make peace with what is there

This is a part of it all

Who told you that it was too late?

Who told you that it was too late?