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Alabaster Stones


 

Would the sky turn grey and would you write my name

On sheets of paper never sent

To the postman’s box to find their wings to fly

To wherever I am?

Would you sing a song that’ll make my Mama cry

‘Cause I used to sing it when she’d ask me to play awhile?

 

Would my Daddy sit in his big ol’ chair and drink a little more

When he’d take a look and see my empty seat and know

That I ain’t a walkin’ in tonight a’through that kitchen door?

 

 

Would I lay my bones on the alabaster stones

If it meant leavin’ you alone?

Could my heartstrings find another place to tie their strands

If it left a hole in the place I used to stand?

Would I lay my bones on the alabaster stones?

 

Does the way I smile break your heart in two when I walk into the room?

And would you wonder where I am tonight if I were not with you?

Would the picture frames tell you all the names of the stars I’m shooting for?

And would you hope that I still care for you and send a prayer to the Lord?

 

Well, you’re not like the rest, boy!

Your eyes shine like turquoise

You’re worth more than you know

So maybe if we sit just a little bit longer

Their hearts will begin to show

And it’ll feel a little more like home

 

Would our hearts still bend, I said a’when they can and then break when they can’t?

And would the weight of all your heavy hearts be more than I could stand?

Would it be worth the loss of all I’ve ever known just to have a hand to hold?

And could I rest my soul in the cradle of a rollin’ stone?

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