Carry this for me   Because I'm too old to see the road   But I feel the curve   And once I heard you kick a stone   Hasn’t there been enough room   In the way it wonders   That we might not slow down      In the warm sand   Many days my hands could’ve passed   Weaving rocks and earth   And as a child in castles built from grass   Add enough community    With her elegant breathing   That I could hear the signs now issuing   I must’ve been too busy then   And we were at the traffic signal’s sound      Carry this for me   Because I’m too cold to keep you close   But I can hear it sing   Between long cries it hopes to go   And there was so much room   In the way it wondered   That recklessly I look down   ‘Til you know