I wrote it out in stones where the road divides.
I walked you home and the path was high.
Believe me, believer!
I've seen your run,
And I'll raze your faith until the vein is done and dry

Tell me when you slow down at all,
And stay around,
I'm coming home

I've been there soon
Have you had your days?
The sky is fine.
We're all blown away unknown
Wasted all the way to the fall
Before I'm inside,
You'd better know!

Let's make our own and wake up in some wild familiar time
I wrote it out in stones where the road divides

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Writer(s): Richard Carl Buckner