From the recording Flying Solo
Lyrics
We get more than one chance
in the world.
There's a rock with my name
written on it.
There's a pile of rubble
where I used to stand.
We get more than one home
in the world.
I have moved maybe
two billion times.
There's a pile of rubble
where I used to stand
Where I am now
There are no doors.
There are no walls.
You're at the window.
We get more than one chance
in the world.
There's a rock with my name
written on it.
There's a pile of rubble
where I used to stand.
We get more than what
will roll down as simple as scree
on the mighty glacier
where I used to stand.
Where I am now
There are no doors.
There are no walls.
You're at the window.
Every predator has
a nurturing side.
Every rock on a wall
if it falls it might miss us.