Like A Stone



On a cob web afternoon,

In a room full of emptiness

By a freeway I confess

I was lost in the pages of a book full of death;

Reading how we'll die alone.

And if we're good we'll lay to rest,

Anywhere we want to go.



In your house I long to be;

Room by room patiently,

I'll wait for you there like a stone.

I'll wait for you there alone.



And on my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels,

Like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven;

To a place I recall, I was there so long ago.

The sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on.



In your house I long to be;

Room by room, patiently,

I'll wait for you there like a stone.

I'll wait for you there alone, alone.



And on I read until the day was gone;

And I sat in regret of all the things I've done;

For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged.

In dreams until my death I will wander on.



In your house I long to be;

Room by room, patiently,

I'll wait for you there like a stone.

I'll wait for you there alone, alone.