17 Dec 2007
Staring at the ceiling it’s a wonder it don’t fall
As if that were some comfort at all
Thinking of the future I am worried all the time
The weather, water and the signs
Standing on the mountain and you’re praying it would burn
For some mercy in return
Kneeling by the river you’ve been begging for rain
That all might be forgiven again
Shouting at the sky like you can bring it down
And there would be some higher ground
Dimes in the fountain yeah you threw it all away
In words destined to fade