I measure every grief I meet
With clocks and spoons and devils feet
With narrow probing eyes
I wonder if it weighs as much as mine
Or is a smaller size
God is growing up above
For those of us who pray
But you could look forever
and never see his face
we are swept away
swept away
I wonder if I can
Wonder if I’ll ever hear replies
If I’ll ever get it right
I’ll play my rival hand
Cover up the visions of the son
And my life a loaded gun
My faith is larger than
The hills, so when the hills decay
A wheel must show the sun the way
This is my silent end
Graceful and mechanical and cold
We watch the times unfold
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