Old Stones (Pushing)

Sitting on the concrete
Looking out at the city
Kicking rocks across the cemetery

Point to words carved on stones
Names no one's called anymore
Cans hidden in grass someone's let overgrow

When your mum was young she liked to drink
She'd soak in the boneyard until morning
You said life's never short of perfect irony

You asked if I believed in ghosts
And I said there's no way I would know
But sometimes it does feel like someone's in my way
But I won't take my chances
I'll paint all my ceilings pale blue
Then you kissed the sky and said bless you ma, I'm sure we'd get along if I knew you

The good and the bad at the end it becomes one
It's hard to be mad at someone when they aren't there to fight

When I blew out candles as a kid
I thought there were angels in the smoke rising
But now I know that nothing happens

Will that be us in the dirt
Will that be us laying underneath
Someone else's litter, some other kids feet
Stumbling about cuz they have no place to be

Will that be us quiet for once
Will that be us pushing cherry trees
Will that be us
In the dirt