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