Blogs - China-town

I'm a mountain that has been moved I'm a river that is all dried up Um... I'm an ocean nothing floats on I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot I'm a moon that never shows its face I'm a mouth that doesn't smile I'm a word that no one ever wants to say... I'm a mountain that has been moved I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run I'm a preacher with no pulpit Spewing a sermon that goes on and on... Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast And we'll pray that they turn to seeds, to roots and then grass It'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain Like you knew he was trying to start things over again It'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way...