All the Salt

I'm through with all this practicing I'm done with this rehearsing There's so much I want to leave behind Some will turn to dust, some will go to rust And I guess some things will be just fine I took my phone I skipped it like a stone Across the river that runs past your house I guess some things you can't look up on that little screen Something's you got to figure out for yourself If you come with me all your sorrows will be As far away as they were when you were young And if you cross this sea all the salt you will need Will be in the palm of your hand And all the things that you thought that you needed Will be right back where you left them when you get home They'll be sunrise in the hills, wild horses in the fields All the blackberries will be washed off with the rain I don't mean to over sell it, all the highs and lows will tell it But you must admit it's time for a change When they told me I would fail, I did not believe them My disbelief has been my greatest gift When you're born a pinky with no road before you Then your choices are infinite Yes and you'll be fine as long as you don't believe the myth That a rolling stone gathers no moss, we gather everything Don't ask me to explain I do not know I was not born to walk away but I was born to know when to let go I never asked for their forgiveness, I never needed their acceptance Their judgment is their's and their's alone I just hope that they have fun, doing all that they are doing I won't be around to see how it goes