Piece by Piece

歌詞

Piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away Back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones A hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights Sitting by the rocking chair waiting for the world Oh, if I could roll back all the years and talk to my daddy's dad About all the fears I'm leaving in that maybe he had had I might get some light to shine down this dusty old dry well Hear the bucket hit the bottom and the rope come rolling by When three hundred years has been the time from whence it came Why hadn't someone yet figured out to lower down the gun And shoot out the middle of this clawing, staring eye? Hear the bucket hit the bottom and the rope come rolling by Sitting by that old rocking chair waiting for the world