歌词
I started northward before the rooster's crow
Clouds above and the dirt below
Turning soil for nothing to grow
Wishing on some sunlit grove
Days crawl on slow as January snow
Drifting deep against the bend
Still, seasons turn sure as river water flows
You'll drown in the flood trying to see the end
Spend all your wages just to feel something
This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay
In the morning, work starts again
This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay
An old friend called past before the end of day
Half-set sun, half-poured liquor
She said, "You don't know your best days until they drift away
A grey glow in a dirty mirror."
So spend all your wages just to feel something
This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay
In the morning, work starts again
This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay
Lay your head down, sky of cherry plum
Wild geese flying low
Do you think they whisper of how far they've come?
How far they've still to go?
Spend all your wages just to feel something
This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay
In the morning, work starts again
This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay
All your wages just to feel something
This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay
In the morning, work starts again