Glass, Concrete & Stone

(álbum: Grown Backwards - 2004)

Now, I'm waking at the crack of dawn
To send a little money home
From here to the moon

Is rising like a discotheque
And now my bags are down and packed
For traveling

Looking at happiness
Keeping my flavor fresh
Nobody knows I guess
How far I'll go, I know, so I'm

Leaving at six o' Clock
Meet in a parking lot
Harriet Hendershot
Sunglasses on she waits by this

Glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home

Skin that covers me from head to toe
Except a couple tiny holes
And openings

Where the city's blowing in and out
And this is what it's all about
Delightfully

Everything's possible
When you're an animal
Not inconceivable
How things can change, I know, so I'm

Putting on aftershave
Nothing is out of place
Gonna be on my way
Try to pretend it's not only

Glass and concrete and stone
That it's just a house, not a home

And it's glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home
And my head is fifty feet high
Let my body and soul be my guide