Rough and Polished Stones
Rough and Polished Stones

I don’t know where we’re going,
or in what time,
I only know that we’re moving
and your way lies with mine.

I can’t say I remember
where this trip began,
I only know that it started
with your hand in my hand.

And now, as the years spread out behind us
like a string of rough and polished stones
and we wait the days ahead to find us,
I only know that I won’t be alone.

I don’t know what I am seeing
with these tired eyes—
the city streets lit for Christmas
or a field of fireflies.

Instrumental

And now, as the years spread out behind us
like a string of rough and polished stones
and we wait the days ahead to find us
I only know that I won’t be alone.

I don’t know how the story
turns out in the end
but I know it’s a love story
and I fall in love again.