Song Length |
3:57 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Lyrics
She's a leaf, floating though the air,
spinning down to anywhere below.
If she knew that someone out there cared,
she be flying, to find her way back home.
She's a branch, cut down to the forest floor.
She needs the hands that will lift her up,
build her into something more.
Won't matter much what house you were living in.
Won't matter much what car that you got to drive
or the empire that you thought you had to build while you're alive.
They'll ask you 'bout the broken hearts you healed
and how well you loved your wife
They'll look right through you to all they really need to know:
Did you build a life?
She's a seed, breaking through the frozen earth.
Feeling small, but everything inside
that she needs, if she only knew her worth.
If you let her grow, she'll reach up through the light.
Everyone's a carpenter or architect,
with the tools to break apart or resurrect a soul.
Won't matter much what house you were living in.
Won't matter much what car that you got to drive
or the empire that you thought you had to build while you're alive.
They'll ask you 'bout the broken hearts you healed
and how well you loved your wife
They'll look right through you to all they really need to know:
Did you build a life?