Standing on the precipice of man
We're all doing the best that we can
Love is the glue that holds me and you
Everything else is a flash in the pan
So don't judge eachother
For what another has done
Nothing is shocking
Under the sun
Someday we'll all reach out and grow
For now, just stick to what you know
I got a rock that can think for itself
Made in the image of a flawed God
I got a rock that can make anything
Making the image of the image of the image of pain
We get to hold it
Together for a day
Before the flood turns
Our soil to clay
Times are hard
Times are strange
I guess the only constant is change
A mountain moves with a trembling blast
Someone somewhere found faith at last
A mushroom booms through my living room
Something big is coming soon
But man it was a time we had
We swam these waters with a heart so glad
Gold flowed through our tangled tree
Now there ain't no light we can see