Flying in a plane again
But now without the hope, without the gain
I’ve got no prove
Anyway.
While I’m sitting in this plane
Bought a bottle of whiskey
To drown the sorrow, to drown the pain
I didn’t find a stone
Anyway.
Why can’t I see what's going on
Why is it hard to understand
Why can’t I believe in who I am
This is too much to comprehend
I’ve been dreaming all my life
To find a stone from heaven
But all that’s left behind are memories
And an empty bottle
My Mother and my Sister
They pick me up at the airport
They ask me questions, and gave me a present
They ask me what I Think it is
They’re cufflinks made of stone
And when they’re joined together
It used to be one stone, and she says:
“It came falling down from heaven”
I’ve been searching for a stone