Carry this for menBecause I'm too old to see the roadnBut I feel the curvenAnd once I heard you kick a stonenHasn’t there been enough roomnIn the way it wondersnThat we might not slow downnnIn the warm sandnMany days my hands could’ve passednWeaving rocks and earthnAnd as a child in castles built from grassnAdd enough community nWith her elegant breathingnThat I could hear the signs now issuingnI must’ve been too busy thennAnd we were at the traffic signal’s soundnnCarry this for menBecause I’m too cold to keep you closenBut I can hear it singnBetween long cries it hopes to gonAnd there was so much roomnIn the way it wonderednThat recklessly I look downn‘Til you known