Smooth stones beneath me
Cool air surrounds
Soft and savory
You can take me to God
No, it doesn't take your will
Won't you set your brace on me
I never doubt your possibilities
Please let go of my sleeve
Smooth stones behind me
Cold air surrounds
Chopped and murky
It could get scary
All loose and tangled
Won't you set your brakes on me
I never doubt your possibilities
Please let go of my sleeve
