Graybill - Sand

Tumble masks and tumbleweeds
Ease my grip on my wants, all I really need
Is a friend, just a few good friends
Laughs and a hug reminds me this will end
Raindrops and the cold wind blows
Makes my windchime speak, tells me that it knows
It's been a long ten months, appetites back
I think I'll have some lunch
Happy Thoughts, then my thoughts do drift
Start to think about the things, all the things I miss
Father time he had other plans
Guess I'll blame him if it's written in the sand, the sand

My hair got long, my hair got short
Halfway between I was sittin' on the porch
Thinkin then it's not so bad
Times got a way of pullin' pain into the past
Memories fade, and new ones pop up
What's that one guys name? Man I'm feelin' stuck
Some days my mind is mud
Reachin' for thoughts, reachin' for someone
Someone to save us now
Have we sinned too much, have we forgotten how
To play in tune like a family band
Hope it gets better and it's written in the sand, the sand

Time has got a way, time has got a way
Of making sense, of making sense,
Of making sense, of making sense

Time pulls us through the hourglass
Trying to squeeze, trying to fit, trying to help all this sand pass
Time pulls us through the hourglass
Trying to squeeze, trying to fit, trying to help all this sand pass
Time pulls us through the hourglass
Trying to squeeze, trying to fit, trying to help all this sand pass
Time pulls us through the hourglass
Trying to squeeze, trying to fit, trying to help all this sand pass

Written by:
Kevin Graybill

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