
Act 3 · Track 28
The Third Seam
The historian returns for the last time to explain what is about to happen — and reveals that the boy in the next song is him.
pov
the historian, mid-record
genre
Spoken-Sung Indie Folk
scripture
Mormon 1–4
Lyrics
Verse 1
I told you I would come back
And here I am
At the third seam
The hardest one
You have just heard from a grandmother
Telling her grandchild about a world
That was already ending while she spoke
The names had started returning
And the names always come back first
Verse 2
The two hundred years of peace
You have heard her sing
Are now four hundred years gone
And what came after them
Was not a slide
It was a fall
The classes returned
The judges returned with their pockets full
The priests returned with their gold
The brothers returned with their oaths
Verse 3
You have heard me three times now
Once at the beginning
Once in the middle
And once just now
And every time I have been the man with the plates
The man who chose what came down to you
Verse 4
What you are about to hear
Is no longer the story of other people
It is mine
I was the boy who saw it coming
I was the general who watched his country fall
I was the father who handed his son a record
And asked him to carry it after I was gone
Verse 5
I have walked the hills of my country
With this record on my back
Looking for the right place to lay it down
Because I know what is coming
I have known what was coming
Since I was ten years old
Verse 6
There is a hill
I have walked past it many times
I know it is the hill
Where these plates will be laid
But I will not be the one to lay them
I will give them to my son
He will carry them when I cannot
He will bury them when I am gone
So the words my mothers and my fathers wrote
Will outlive my people
And find their way to yours
Verse 7
You are the reason I am still writing
You are the reason I have not handed this down yet
The hill is waiting
My son is waiting
But there are still some pages
I have not given you
So let me give them
While I still can
Outro
Listen now to a boy
Who could already see the end of his country
When he was ten years old
His name was the same as mine
Because the boy
Was me