They tell me you walk on the water now   I know who showed you the stones   You pray that I banish my appetite and lie there alone      I hope that you've practiced your instrument   I fear it will take you away   You ain't the type to be traveling, so why not just stay      Here it is morning for some folks   and twilight for those of us left   who sleep while the soldiers get sunstroke   and make little fools of ourselves      Are we supposed to get good at this?   What does it mean to give up?   Why did I call you? I shouldn't be giving a fuck   Answer these questions for everyone   so maybe they'll stop asking me   What really happened and where is your masterpiece?      Here it is morning for some folks   and twilight for those of us left   who give up the dangers of sunstroke   and make little fools of ourselves      They tell me you walk on the water now,   but I know who showed you the stones      I need some things to look forward to   Maybe these colors will fade   I never meant to get bored with you   but I never meant to stay