There's a simple satisfaction
In the skipping of a stone
Tossed across the water
Sinking all alone
Where we'll finally end our day
The river hints but never tells
And always calls my heart back
Like the tolling of a bell
I sit beneath a willow
As the sun begins to fade
Sketching out revisions
To decisions that I made
You may not hear the first time
You have to listen twice
The last gasp of winter
The cracking of the ice
If you look close you're bound to see
A hint of leaf beneath the snow
There are only two directions
To whither or to grow
I sit beneath a willow
As the sun begins to fade
Sketching out revisions
To decisions that were made
There is no destination
In the skipping of a stone
Tossed across the water
Sinking all alone
Spun off of your fingertips
Count the skips, not the tries
For whatever else we're after
There's no finish line or prize
I sit beneath a willow
As the sun begins to play
These visions though so vivid
Seem a thousand miles away
I sit beneath a willow
As the sun begins to play
These visions though so vivid
Seem a thousand miles away