Album: Be Still Please
Oh look what just came rolling down
this morning's face
Some shining tears from sleepy eyes
won't go to waste
I've got a loose side frame
been filling up with grain
In red with one wax pencil
We mark the time and date
I'm gonna turn this truck around
When we run out of space
You say "Why can't you say more hopeful things
and skies that go from gray to blue"
I know my voice is like a broken saw
I know my voice is like a tightening screw
If I could write a song of sweetness and light for you
Well honey that's just the first thing that I would do
That I would do
There is a temperature where even we
must take the armor off
A point at which the carapace
can just dissolve
And while the river rises
cool and clear around our knees
We'll watch while clouds that covered us
are broken by the breeze
You say "Why can't you say more hopeful things
and skies that go from gray to blue"
I know my voice is like a broken saw
I know my voice is like a sickly shrew
If I could write a song of sweetness and light for you
Oh honey that's just the first thing that I would do
That I would do
Oh yeah I would do