I'm through with all this practicing I'm done with this rehearsing
There's so much I want to leave behind
Some will turn to dust, some will go to rust
And I guess some things will be just fine
I took my phone I skipped it like a stone
Across the river that runs past your house
I guess some things you can't look up on that little screen
Something's you got to figure out for yourself
If you come with me all your sorrows will be
As far away as they were when you were young
And if you cross this sea all the salt you will need
Will be in the palm of your hand
And all the things that you thought that you needed
Will be right back where you left them when you get home
They'll be sunrise in the hills, wild horses in the fields
All the blackberries will be washed off with the rain
I don't mean to over sell it, all the highs and lows will tell it
But you must admit it's time for a change
When they told me I would fail, I did not believe them
My disbelief has been my greatest gift
When you're born a pinky with no road before you
Then your choices are infinite
Yes and you'll be fine as long as you don't believe the myth
That a rolling stone gathers no moss, we gather everything
Don't ask me to explain I do not know
I was not born to walk away but I was born to know when to let go
I never asked for their forgiveness, I never needed their acceptance
Their judgment is their's and their's alone
I just hope that they have fun, doing all that they are doing
I won't be around to see how it goes