Rocks and Things

I said
«Wait for the colors inside this little tube to change»
Hoping that they’ll show me something I already know
Oh boy, what could it be
A sample of the sediment that’s reticent to change its properties
Since we last
Did a check
And my predecessor wrote it down for me
Yes
As I suspected
Everything is as it seems
Mmmm-mm
Its funny how we spend our lives searching and researching
For something our parents already knew
Can’t we sarch for something timeless somthing ageless and refined
Because even in the ancient truths we might mine something new
Mmmm-mm
So we learn for a couple years
Til we know what the sediment knows
Sure we’ll burn through a couple of tears
But no more
Than the fear of living alone
Better here
Better now
In the crowd i just heard it all too loud
Mm
No one stares here
Ha, there’s no one to stare
No one dares to ask
How I’ve been holding up
No one cringes as the windows break
No one calls to see if they can bring a casserole
No we study rocks and things
Inanimate and old as time
To take our minds away
To keep our son from asking why
And its funny
Something as old as loss
Is young
In comparison to rocks
So we learn for a couple of years
Maybe hundreds of years
Til we know what the sediment knows
Sure we’ll burn more than a couple years
But no more than the fear of living alone
Better here
Better now
He’s the one thing I’m proud of
But can I give him all the love he needs
If it were grace I was looking for
That’s where I’d find it, I’d find it in him
More than any god above
You’re the one I love
So we learn for a hundreds and hundreds of years
Til we know, til we know what they know
Yes we’ll stay
We’re not done
Our family has just begun
Mmm-mm
Oh boy
What could it be
A sample of the sediment that reticent to change