A young boy on the beach in the winter,
His eyes to the sky and his toes in the sand
He stands ready at the edge of the water
With the smooth of the stone in the palm of his hand
He can not help bu think about, wonder:
the possibility of reaching her door
And while he knows all the laws that oppose him,
the thought of the rock on the ocean floor
Where you gonna run, where you gonna hide
Whatchoo gonna think about with nothing on your mind
Who you gonna trust, who you gonna doubt
When you're outside and you can't run out
Whatchoo gonna say, whatchoo gonna do
Who you gonna talk to, who you gonna talk to
Who's gonna talk to you
How could you believe in something you were never seeing
Now you're dying to agree to a situation you can't prove
Part afraid of the current situation,
A little unsure of the consequence
But confident that in the moment he was breathing
He couldn't lose a thing that he didn't have yet
Eyes closed and a heart wide open
He fired that stone to the middle of the sea
He didn't know, would it go where he wanted,
But it would surely end up where it needed to be
The small ripple it created in the ocean,
It grew larger over days and days
And like a feeling oh it grew so quickly,
And like emotion it became a great wave
That traveled far over earth and water,
And moved on with no remorse
Back home he was shrugging his shoulders,
The stone's weight was a cure and a source
Where you gonna run, where you gonna hide
Whatchoo gonna think about with nothing on your mind
Who you gonna trust, who you gonna doubt
When you're outside and you can't run out
Whatchoo gonna say, whatchoo gonna do
Who you gonna talk to, who you gonna talk to
Who's gonna talk to you
How could you believe in something you were never seeing
Now you're dying to agree to a situation you can't prove
See the moment of the recent situation
Was all right but the timing was wrong
And so I'm standing at the edge of the water,
Casting my stone in the form of a song
And maybe waves are just a little more subtle
than the words that I've written in the lines of this tune
I couldn't take the chance of water freezing over
When the sun goes down and the winter takes June
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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