Kingdom from Traveller's Moon by Adam McBride-Smith

Kingdom

By the time we made the junction
The winter had set in
The road a sheet of glass
The freight cars cornered round the bend

Those highway lights were halos
When I felt that hunger stir
But when walking turned to wandering
I could hardly say for sure

Ain’t no kingdom coming down
Ain’t no kingdom coming down

It was in the roadside rushes
Where that rusted giant sprawled
Through a twisted mouth of metal
For my company he called

So the hem of blind misfortune
Shakes loose providence at times
For them that take no sides
Between the living and the dying

But ain’t no kingdom coming down
Ain’t no kingdom coming down

I’ve seen the fields gone to wrack and weeds
I saw the rain bring a mountain down
But I still ain’t seen that kingdom yet
Though I wear my need like a golden crown

The bottle and the powder
And the bitterest of blooms
That flowers in strange seasons
In loose time with the moon

And stranded on that white sea
With no country and no name
Gazing past the weathered glass
Some foreign shore to claim

I saw my kingdom coming down
I saw my kingdom coming down

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