Skipping Stones

Skipping stones out on the shore

Still not sure what you asked me here for

But I’m scouring the earth on the forest floor

Skipping stones ‘till my arm is sore

And we stand in silence ‘till a quarter to four

‘Till the skies open up and it starts to pour

So we gather up our things and we head to the car

And it doesn’t take long no we don’t get far

‘Till you say you’re not coming home

You’ve got dreams of moving to the coast

I’m sitting here wondering is this how things go

How far can you throw a heart made from stone

Staring out the window at the passing road

Holding it in so I don’t explode

You say I’ll understand when I’m not seven years old

That the promise of life isn’t how it was sold

You say you’re not coming home

You’ve got dreams of moving to the coast

I’m sitting here wondering is this how things go

How far can you throw a heart made from stone

Made from stone

Made from stone