Sand and Stone

How it comes
And how it goes
This world is made of sand and stone
And poured cement
In a stained glass home
Wade through most of it alone

There are so many, so many places
And I do not know how to say it

Stories told
And growing old
Every year, as a day unfolds
Stories lived
And lullabies
Way across town their baby cries

There are so many, so many ways to
Show them what we haven't done

So chase what's new
Or save a life
Screaming in the car at night
And what I meant
When I said
That it's not a joke, it's serious

All around
Not only the ground

The way you sing
Beneath your breath
And it's not a life, it's a drawn out death
It grew too long
And I pruned it wrong
And it's not a start, it's a worn out song

There are so many, so many things to
Say to each other before you go
I know that, I know that you have to
I guess some things we'll never know

All around
Not only the ground