Four feet planted in eroding soil
Two heads baptized, one with water, one with oil
Gotta leap, but these souls is slick
And the thought of breakin loose makes my head sick
There’s a boulder midst the rapids, bout 4 foot wide
And a jump would clear the gap, but would I stand or or would I slide?
Gotta loosen my grip on these hands in mine
‘Fore the water claims us both, coulda sworn I had more time
The taste of iron, but in my bones
I did not enter this world nor will I leave it alone
The river’s cold and deep, yes it’s cold and deep
But the stones they sing, yes the stones they sing
They say
Ya---ah--weh Abba
Yahweh Yaweh
Wasted months, wasted years
When I feel that all is waste, well I get wasted outta fear
The Spirit tells me, “child, ya aint just what ya make
You aint just what ya have, you sure ain’t what you take
You’re reachin out for rocks, cuttin up your hands
Mistakin driftwood for dry land
Close your eyes, relax your grip,
If you aint holdin onto nothin then from nothin will you slip
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