| There’s a crack in the glass where the water gets out
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| There’s a dusty wind when the heart’s in drought
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| And the map of the world looks as if true north
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| Disappeared entirely
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| I can live divided or bent
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| Conspire in my own diminishment
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| Or believe in the better world I’ve dreamt
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| That grows from inside out
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| So today I’ll drop stones into the river
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| And the current takes them out into forever
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| And the truth is most of us will never know
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| Where our best intentions go
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| And still I’ll drop another stone
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| So we trust in a dim flashlight
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| And always walk into available light
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| I’m not a woman inclined to bet
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| But it’s never failed me yet
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| So today I’ll drop stones into the river
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| And the current takes them out into forever
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| And the truth is most of us will never know
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| Where our best intentions go
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| And still I’ll drop another stone
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| So today we’ll drop stones into the river
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| And the current takes them out into forever
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| And the truth is most of us will never know
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| Where our best intentions go
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| And still we’ll drop another stone
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| The empty self still hears a call
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| To live in the center of the ache and awe
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| It’s there the hope of the whole world shines
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| And yes, there still is time
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| So today I’ll drop stones into the river
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| And the current takes them out into forever
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| And the truth is most of us will never know
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| Where our best intentions go
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| And still I’ll drop another stone |