capo 4
water wears away the stone
G
endless flowing flowing on and on
Am
river wears it to the bone
G
stone wears the water when it’s gone
Am
there’s a sun up in the sky
G
yeah a sun up in the sky
E
water wears the stone
wears it to the bone
Am E
but there’s a sun up in the sky
salty simmer underneath the lid
bubbles over every now and then
kitchen smells of things that can’t be hid
two fists open up and count to ten
there’s a sun up in the sky
yeah a sun up in the sky
leaking from the lid
things that can’t be hid
but there’s a sun up in the sky
greyest cloud is water and dust
beyond the cloud the sky is always blue
all the trees and plants and flowers trust
colors of the rainbow are all true
there’s a sun up in the sky
yeah a sun up in the sky
people made of dust
can be so hard to trust
but there’s a sun up in the sky
repeat verse 1 and chorus
When writing about deep emotional trauma inflicted by those we should have been able to trust it helps to keep abstracting until there are no emotion words left, only the images they evoked.
A few years ago, memories of some childhood trauma surfaced and messed me up for a while.
Music is a safe way to rage at people.