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Beside Me I Dreamed I Stopped Smoking Might as Well Saturday Evening Down in Verdun
Car Keys Id Rather Walk Old Man Santo Spill Yer Guts
Carla I Tried Old Mutt Murphy Ten Years Younger
Couldnt We Joes Report from the AfterLife Perpetual Motion Water & Stone
Flower of the middle Class   Rosy Rear View When I was a Young Man

       

WATER & STONE

WATER & STONE

 

You stand firm like a rock; I flow round like the water

I'm an old dreamer's son; you're a businessman's daughter

I'll smooth your rough edges, as onward I flow

You'll give me some grit to take on as I go

 

We're not water and stone, we're just skin flesh & bone

We don't have geological ages

In this moment of life, we've got no time for strife

We've still got unwritten pages

 

You're my own chosen city, on a hill proudly set

I'm tired & polluted, but I'm not done yet

I'll cajole & caress you, as I pass by your sides

I'll kiss your royal mountain, while I'm bound for the tides

 

We're not water and stone, we're just skin flesh & bone

We don't have geological ages

In this moment of life, we've got no time for strife

We've still got unwritten pages

 

Patrick Hutchinson © 2010 SOCAN

 

       
       

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