Water Through Sand

Water Through Sand

Took a few chapters from Grandfather’s book
Got down the eyes, the face, the look
You’re swinging his lantern, drinking his beer
Selling a line of three legged chairs

Water Through Sand

All of the apples in your basket are good
You hand-picked beauty as no one else could
The basket’s too heavy, you put too much in
The pressure’s the worst at the bottom of the bin

Water Through Sand

Children are wisdom, they’re not taken in
Poison leaches through delicate skin
Watch out Precious! Look out Few!
Get off the tracks! There’s a train coming through!

You took a few chapters from Grandfather’s book
Got down the eyes, the face, the look
You’re swinging his lantern, drinking his beer
Closing a deal on your last breath of air