| I am out here studying stones
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| Trying to learn to be less alive
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| Using all of my will
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| To keep very still
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| Still even on the inside
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| I’ve cut all of the pertinent wires
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| So my eyes can’t make that connection
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| I am holding my breath
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| I am feigning my death
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| When I’m looking in your direction
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| 'Course numb is an old hat
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| Old as my oldest memories
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| See that one’s my mother
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| And that one’s my father
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| And that one in the hat, that’s me
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| It’s a skill I’d hoped to abandon
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| When I got out on the open road
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| But any more pent up emotion
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| And I think I’m gonna explode
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| There’s never been an endeavor so strange
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| As trying to slow the blood in my veins
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| To keep my face blank
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| As a stone that just sank
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| Until not a ripple remains
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| I am high above the tree line
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| Sitting cross legged on the ground
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| When all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
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| That’s when I’m gonna come down
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| 'Course numb is an old hat
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| Old as my oldest memories
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| See that one’s my mother
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| And that one’s my father
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| And that one in the hat, that’s me
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| It’s a skill I’d hoped to abandon
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| When I got out on the open road
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| But any more pent up emotion
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| And I think I’m gonna explode |