I met you through a common friend    in the attic of my parent’s house   And though I didn’t know it then,    I soon was finding out   You are the roots that sleep beneath my feet    and hold the earth in place   Each time a faucet opens,    Words are spoken,    The water runs away   And I hear your name   No nothing has changed   There was this book    I read and loved   The story of a ship   Who sailed around the world and found   That nothing else exists   beyond his own two sails    and wooden shell   and waters held within   all else is sure to pass   we clutch and grasp   and debate what’s truly permanent   When the wind starts to shift,    well there’s no argument   I sing and drink and sleep on floors   and try hard not to be annoyed   by all these people worrying about me   So I’m suffering through some awful drive   occasionally you cross my mind   It’s my hidden hope that you are still among them.   Well are you?   Oh you are the roots    that sleep beneath my feet    and hold the earth in place   each time I curse you know   and sunlight pours in   A lifetime melts away   And we share a name   On some picturesque grave...