Cold Clay - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I started northward before the rooster's crow

Clouds above and the dirt below

Turning soil for nothing to grow

Wishing on some sunlit grove

Days crawl on slow as January snow

Drifting deep against the bend

Still, seasons turn sure as river water flows

You'll drown in the flood trying to see the end

Spend all your wages just to feel something

This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay

In the morning, work starts again

This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay

An old friend called past before the end of day

Half-set sun, half-poured liquor

She said, "You don't know your best days until they drift away;

A grey glow in a dirty mirror."

So spend all your wages just to feel something

This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay

In the morning, work starts again

This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay

Lay your head down, sky of cherry plum

Wild geese flying low

Do you think they whisper of how far they've come?

How far they've still to go?

Spend all your wages just to feel something

This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay

In the morning, work starts again

This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay

All your wages just to feel something

This stone isn't diamond; it's cold clay, cold clay

In the morning, work starts again