ryan montbleau LYRICS
GRAIN OF SAND
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Leave me a bible by the side of the road
We’re gonna need us a message by the time we get to Oswego
87 days and half my brain
You know, the road is long, but I’m short and I’m still the same
Friends can’t fit in front of me
They spill out to the sides, but they’re here anyway
We’re all here anyway
I’ve been strutting around like the remedy
The cure for the sore and the bored
But I’ve got something to say
I think so anyway
Get on home quick before I stay
I’m gonna need me a reason to leave by the end of the day
Maybe the next day
Slipping down fast down the side of a slope
On to the next stop, slap a high five as I go
Five as I go
Sure, these nights are long
But I keep myself strong
I only burn one end of the candle
I sleep all day
Oh, I’m gone, I’m strange, I’m a human parade
I strain to remember it all, and I know what I can handle
But I’m toeing the line
I’m toeing the line
On the border of what’s good and what’s insane
Toeing the line, testing every fold and corner of my brain
And if I want too much of life, my heart would understand
I’m making the most of this great big grain of sand
Couple hundred years and a bottle of Scope™
We’re going to need a fresh buzz by the time we get to Rome
(Wasn’t built in a day, you know.)
Spot a mamacita by the side of the road
You’d better get on board
We’re going to follow which way the wind’s blowing
Which way you going?
You could help me to decide
What to keep and what to leave behind
Out of all, all this fruitful land
And I run so excited all the time
Sometimes I fall
But the more I look at you, the less I need to understand
The more I look at you, the less I need to understand
And they told me the big-time was out here somewhere
And I think we might build ourselves something nice after all
Out of this grain of sand
Throw the other bags by the side of the road
We’re moving much too fast and side by side we go
Side we go
Find a $40 room with nothing on the walls
We’re going to fill it up nice
We’re going to paint it with conversation
Of our own creation
My, these walls are bare, but I can’t help but stare
At all the fine folks filling up my eyes
And I’m so thankful for this time
I hate to get all misty-eyed, but I’m toeing the line
I’m toeing the line
I’m toeing the line
On the border of what’s good and what’s insane
Toeing the line
Testing every fold and corner of my brain
And if I want too much of life, my heart would understand
I’m making the most of this great big grain of sand
I’m toeing the line
On the border of what’s real and what’s insane
Toeing the line
Reaching out for all the kindness that remains
And if I want too much of life, my heart would understand
I’m making the most of this great big grain
Making the most, of this great big old grain
We’re making the most
Of this great big grain of sand
This grain of sand