Old chair sittin' broken in the corner
a dusty mirror hangin' on the wall
mamma's in the kitchen makin' a cup of coffee
daddy, he's just sleeping down the hall
sisters in the backyard picking' flowers
brothers in the treehouse with a gun
and I am watching all, but they can't see me
no one else around knows what they've done

Some of them will live and die without ever even knowing
and I have lived and died among them all
bones'll break and dust will make the pathways we walk after
and you will hear my voice after it all

old man shopping cart down by the river
the banker drives his cadillac back home
his high rise overlooks the lifeless city
that in his eyes does not seem lifeless at all
twigs and sticks have gathered to build a heart of fire
twigs and sticks or maybe sticks and stones
give or take or crush and break the time that you fear after
realize it was never there at all

Some of them will live and die without ever even knowing
and I have lived and died among them all
bones'll break and dust will make the pathways we walk after
and you will hear my voice after it all
and you will hear my voice after it all
and you will hear my voice after it all
bones'll break and dust will make the pathways we walk after
and you will hear my voice after it all
(c) 2011 CJM