I met you through a common friend

in the attic of my parents house

And though I didnt know it then,

I soon was finding out

You are the roots that sleep beneath my feet

and hold the earth in place

Each time the faults it opens

words are spoken

the water runs away

And I hear your name

No nothing has changed

There was this book

I read and loved

The story of a ship

Who sailed around the world and found

That nothing else exists

beyond his own two sails

and wooden shell

and waters held within

all else is sure to pass

we clutch and grasp

and debate whats truly permanent

When the wind starts to shift,

well theres no argument

I sing and drink and sleep on floors

and try hard not to be annoyed

by all these people worrying about me

So Im suffering through some awful drive

occasionally you cross my mind

Its my hidden hope that you are still among them.

Well are you?

Oh you are the roots

that sleep beneath my feet

and hold the earth in place

each time I curse you know

and sunlight pours in

A lifetime melts away

And we share a name

On some picturesque grave...