I'm terrified to pierce the sky
Then sit at home and wonder why
Preoccupied with vanity and wealth
Well my body, attacks itself
Memories make you clutch your babies
Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
Collapse, unto the earthen floor
Think you're heavy, I highly doubt it
Try walking through a pandemic
You're gonna care where eagles dare
Decompose, see how you fare
Memories make you clutch your babies
Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
Collapse, unto the earthen floor
And it feels like none of this works
The quiet weight of snow or church
In the town known for soul
Warm sun and rock and roll
Forefathers sang the blues
Three mothers paced the room
Ghost cowboys, they glide the range
As serious as prayers on a plane
Gone slight as you clutch the cart
Feel shame, as you're torn apart
Collapse, unto the earthen floor
Memories make you clutch your babies
Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
Cause those families don't live here anymore

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