Counting down the years with some remorse
Breaking through the walls to see some light
Turning over stones better left untouched
To make all the wrongs somehow right
It’s hard to be this old and ‘ve not learned enough
Harder yet to be wise and ‘ve learned too much
Is there really anything to know anyway
Or are some stones better left untouched
I’m gonna ride into the wilderness
To feel the wind
Blowing through the cottonwood trees
and chase the wind until it falls asleep
to rest on the stone’s at my feet
Had another restless night remembering
Woke up clenching that same old stone
Some stories need no more narration
Why can’t I leave well enough alone
I’m gonna ride into the wilderness
To feel the wind
Blowing through the cottonwood trees
and chase the wind until it falls asleep
to rest on the stone’s at my feet
A life spent polishing the unforgiving stone
is finally laid to rest
Bejeweled by the roughest stones
They say she looks her best
I’m gonna ride into the wilderness
To feel the wind
Blowing through the cottonwood trees
and chase the wind until it falls asleep
to rest on the stone’s at my feet
Free Thinking 