Lyrics

Driftwood


rain falls on the mountains
those stones will melt into the sea
there's a slow drifting of the continents
and sentience ebbs and flows

we live here a little while
'tween one set of fossils and another
building these cities , fighting these wars
seventy years pass so soon

the air in my lungs doesn't owe me
the water in my blood flowed from elsewhere
this wondering heart beats on borrowed sunlight
and beauty sometimes comes

none can own this shifting loveliness
it would seem that home is only borrowed
can you sell true title to a cloud
though the cloud be made of stone

and the high passes are tomorrow's seacoasts
and the lowlands lifted up
the high passes shall melt away to water
and all of our dreams are driftwood

the child I was and will be again
stands here somehow still
she casts her net on the fragrant winds
I'll spend a lifetime
gathering it back in

the air in my lungs doesn't owe me
the water in my blood flowed from elsewhere
this wondering heart beats on borrowed sunlight
and beauty sometimes comes