Rocks

Rocks on the cliff

Why don't they tumble down on me?

Why do they lay there?

Resisting the rumble, the tumbling down

And the racket that they could make out of me

Why do they lay there still?

When my whole world is collapsing slowly

Rocks on the cliff

Why don't they tumble down on me?

Why do they lay there resisting the thrill?

In the jingle jangle morning which is becoming before our eyes

Why is the sun rising still when my world is collapsing surely?

Such an ordinary life

All of the blessings disguised

How can you know before it's gone

And why