This might be a good skipping rock
But I never learned how to do it
I'll spend my whole life looking for the perfect rock
Will the search help me through it?
Where did you come from
Who roughed up your edges
How'd you end up here
Looking so precious
There's probably a million just like you
But really that's the catch
There's no stone exactly like you
And I've no perfect match
Where did you come from
Who roughed up your edges
How'd you end up here
Looking so precious
There's no such thing as a perfect skipping stone
So maybe I should just head back home