I walk a weathered canyon
you're the [bad word] through it
years and layers start to show
in the soil, there is a swelling, beating rhythm to it
earnest prayer I used to know
 
on the one side, I reach you
on the other, try to leave you
in between the faults of my youth
I stumble on the line to love you
 
came upon a message,
hidden in some shallow water,
written in a line of stones
telling me to go on down the canyon, follow after. . .
so I keep on. . .
 
on the one side, I reach you
on the other, try to leave you
in between the faults of my youth
I stumble on the line to love you
 
I walk a weathered canyon
you're the [bad word] through it
years and layers start to show
in the soil, there is a swelling, beating rhythm to it
earnest prayer [bad word] to know
 
on the one side, I reach you
on the other, try to leave you
in between the faults of my youth
I stumble on the line to love you.