Stone
 Always gone
 She's counting on
 The same old ways to live her life
 Thoughts spin on
 Her open arms take hold of anything she finds

 She says she's had enough
 So she's giving up the war
 She said, it's not enough
 So she's looking out for more

 'Cause maybe today a tree will blossom in the rain
 Maybe at twentythree she'll find a life again

 Maybe all our dreams will be carved in stone
 Maybe all our dreams will bring life to our bones again

 She raises doubts
 Of pathways out from worries that linger in her mind
 Without a sound
 She wonders 'round and comes seek what answers she can't find

 'Cause maybe the refugee will throw away his chains
 And maybe her empty sleeve will wear her heart again

 Maybe all our dreams will be carved in stone
 Maybe all our dreams will bring life to our bones again

 Na~Yeah