Webster's Wheel - Weary I's Lyrics

Whispered softly to the sweet long gone
Hobbled tall steps with a cornerstone
And I washed my hands in the mud
For as the crow flies weathering in the storm
Freedom from belief will be born
Ever connected, yet never solving
All of the suffering we keep causing with our better ways

Over groves of rising pine
Silken sky caress my weary I's
Breath upon breath, I'll be fine
Caress my weary I's

In a fog of our milky ways
The stars, they pass us by
Perfectly tucked away, looking to them for a sign
Screened star lights twiddle by
As what lies before us
Our earthly mold

Over groves of rising pine
Silken sky caress my weary I's
Breath upon breath, I'll be fine
Caress my weary I's

Bestowed on our top, sanctity of us and we
We must care or stop but not concede
Hail is ice and gravity
Like the clouds we concede
Wash away all our needs

Over groves of rising pine
Silken sky caress my weary I's
Breath upon breath, I'll be fine
Caress my weary I's