Throwing Rocks at the Moon

She was staring out the kitchen door,
She closed her eyes as I crossed the floor.
In the last embers of the day,
She said, I'm bone tired of being brave, being brave.
We piled it up and we lit a match,
Let it all burn down to smoke and ash.
A dumpster fire out there on the lawn.
We let it burn until it all was gone,
All was gone.
A little relief couldn't come too soon.
Waiting on fate to change its tune,
But it seems I've been throwing,
Just throwing rocks at the moon.
I sat for months with an empty page.
Didn't want to but finally forgave.
In a cloud of dust, you drove away.
I couldn't say goodbye I only waved,
Only waved.
A little relief couldn't come too soon,
Waiting on fate to change its tune,
But it seems I've been throwing,
Just throwing rocks at the moon.
I've tried to work hard, out run or out smart.
End the book before I read the middle part.
But every new twist, and every scene
Took me somewhere I needed to be.
I don't know yet what this all means.
Maybe someday it will be redeemed.
That's the long and the short of it,
A good song usual hurts just a little bit.
You asked me, Why, why me or you?
I said, "Why not," you said, "I guess that's true."
It's easy to be lost as to be found.
I guess it's time to lay these old rocks down,
Lay them down.
A little relief couldn't come too soon.
Waiting on fate to change its tune,
But it seems I've been throwing,
Just throwing rocks at the moon.A little relief couldn't come too soon.
Waiting on fate to change its tune,
But it seems I've been throwing,
Just throwing rocks at the moon.