Thin - Courier

And we are standing at the funeral pyre

Where their ashes are burning

And we are waiting at the rocks piled high

‘Round the tombstones of reason

There are things in the world that are bigger than a man

Like a man and his wife who just couldn’t understand

Why I stabbed him in the back, before she felt the back of his hand

There are things in a life that are bigger than the world

Like the day-to-day battle ‘tween a boy and a girl

And the gun in her hand I left with a bottle of pills

Pray back the tide that rolls

Water over rock will take its toll

There are things in a life that bigger than us all

Like the gunned down victims in my school house hall

The youngest of them all, she stood but three feet tall

There things for us that are bigger than them

Like the lives and the courage of their women and their men

And the weapons I made, to sacrifice one for ten

Pray back the tide that rolls

Water over rock will take my soul

There are things for them that are bigger than us

Like the life of a friend and her wheels on a bus

And the pain in her hands coin in god we trust

Pray back the tide that rolls

Water over rock will take its toll