Oh look what just came rolling down
This morning's face
Some shining tears from sleepy eyes
Won't go to waste

I've got a loose side frame
Been filling up with grain
In red with one wax pencil
We mark the time and date

I'm gonna turn
This truck around
When we run
Out of space

You say
"why can't you say more hopeful things
And skies that go from gray to blue"

I know my voice
Is like a broken saw
I know my voice
Is like a tightening screw

If i could write a song
Of sweetness and light for you
Well honey that's just
The first thing that i would do

That i would do

There is a temperature where
Even we must take the armor off
A point at which the carapace
Can just dissolve

And while the river rises
Cool and clear around our knees
We'll watch while clouds that covered us
Are broken by the breeze

You say "why can't you
Say more hopeful things
And skies that go from gray to blue"

I know my voice
Is like a broken saw
I know my voice
Is like a tightening screw

If i could write a song
Of sweetness and light for you
Well honey that's just
The first thing that i would do

That i would do
Oh yeah i would do