Set in Stone

Well I never wanna hold you close

As much as when I gotta go

Away to some long comatose

As such I’ve got no winds to blow

If I can’t figure all of this out

From atop my vantage point

I’m spinning round this roundabout

If I could stop why would I join

Well what’s set in stone

What’s skipping rocks

What’s left this boulder on my chest

What I’ve been shown to miss the talks

You left a shoulder there to rest

Now I lean my head on glass

Only met with lights and lines

Seeing just how far and fast

I pass the palm trees into pines

Well a spinning cycle fits the words

I use when I recall the past

A winning title you’d still earn

A losing trend that’s fallen fast

An afternoon with distant stars

A morning filled with shifted eyes

After you see me so far

A warning still in its disguise

Well you captured me inside you hands

And carried me home firmly grasped

Raptured me right out of sand that

Buried me in some old past

That I can’t recall no more

I don’t remember anything

I’m waiting for your call of course

I only have my all to bring