The river grows wide
Breaks down the hillside
What will remain?
What will remain?
Your heart is made of strings
Fine, delicate, sweet tunings
I'll play them right, I'll learn it in time
I'll play them right, I'll learn it in time
Gather sticks and stones
Build steady fires
If he hadn't gone we'd have lived different lives
He spoke of honest men, warned of the liars
Do good or you're wrong
Work each day 'til your tired
Live it right
I've been a dreamer my whole life
They say I'm like him, they say I'm like him
And if you paint the lines, I'll play mine
What will remain?
What will remain?
Gather sticks and stones
Build steady fires
If he hadn't gone we'd have lived different lives
He spoke of honest men, warned of the liars
Do good or you're wrong
Work each day 'til your tired