"White's Ferry" lyrics - CLUTCH

Only the dirt I do believe
As memory vanishes among the leaves

Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare
Jubilee's generally early. Let's take the country air
Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It's a shameful soil
But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil

Cradled in ivy, we will allow
The moss to prosper upon our brows

Boxer rebellion, the Holy Child. They all pay their rent
But none together can testify to the rhythm of a road well bent
Saddles and zip codes, passports and gates, the Jones' keep
In August the water is trickling, in April it's furious deep

Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare
Jubilee's generally early. Let's take the country air
Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It's a shameful soil
But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil

Only the dirt I do believe
Divinity vanishes among the leaves