Josh Ritter - Potter's Wheel lyrics
[Josh Ritter - Potter's Wheel lyrics]
I close my eyes, and it all returns like the
Spinning of a potter's wheel
Trying to stay ahead of morning as
Time came running with us
And she beat us to the finish
As we ran through the fields
You were born in the city
And I didn't recognize you
Your beauty unexpected like a
Flower in the concrete
Some gods far below in worlds undiscovered
Set you up to ruin temples to
Find me on the streets, yeah
I'm an alias of who I am a counterfeited fake
In the picture I am kneeling
Like a dying saint Jerome
Hurling rocks at the demons who
Tried to come too near
'Till you came in and possessed me
Now I feel at home
I remember the time I walked for seven hours
And thought about the people I
Had known for so long
All the castles I had built out
Of fine and precious sand
'Till you came in like the tide now
I don't care that they are gone
As we floated up the river
I translated the verses
That were written on memorials to
The ships that had sank
And I thought about the people
That traded sinking for uncertainty
And drowned because of loneliness before
They reached the banks
On a beach near Barcelona the
Young girls cry for Mary
And they bury earthen vessels in
The rocks by the sea
I am sending out a bottle with
A prayer upon the waves
That you'll find inside my picture
And your memory will unfold me
We were talking about a trip that
I had taken to the canyons
And you told me of a river
That had cut through time
Leaving only the pictures of long
Dead sons and daughters
And you told that the paintings
Looked a lot like mine
I try and watch myself to
See what I am saying
But my heart is on my collar
And I'm asking you to take it
I don't want to go back to
The way things were before
Before the dawn turns into morning I
Want you there to break it
And a thousand years from now when
Our names are just a memory
And poets have recorded what
Happened in the past
Lovers loving in the night will
Find our forms in constellations
Seekers seeking for salvation will find our
Stories in the stained glass
A boy in the city who
Has never seen the morning
As he's running arm in arm
With you through the fields
Will be caught unexpected by a
Flower in the concrete
It will all return again just
Like a potter's wheel
Spinning of a potter's wheel
Trying to stay ahead of morning as
Time came running with us
And she beat us to the finish
As we ran through the fields
You were born in the city
And I didn't recognize you
Your beauty unexpected like a
Flower in the concrete
Some gods far below in worlds undiscovered
Set you up to ruin temples to
Find me on the streets, yeah
I'm an alias of who I am a counterfeited fake
In the picture I am kneeling
Like a dying saint Jerome
Hurling rocks at the demons who
Tried to come too near
'Till you came in and possessed me
Now I feel at home
I remember the time I walked for seven hours
And thought about the people I
Had known for so long
All the castles I had built out
Of fine and precious sand
'Till you came in like the tide now
I don't care that they are gone
As we floated up the river
I translated the verses
That were written on memorials to
The ships that had sank
And I thought about the people
That traded sinking for uncertainty
And drowned because of loneliness before
They reached the banks
On a beach near Barcelona the
Young girls cry for Mary
And they bury earthen vessels in
The rocks by the sea
I am sending out a bottle with
A prayer upon the waves
That you'll find inside my picture
And your memory will unfold me
We were talking about a trip that
I had taken to the canyons
And you told me of a river
That had cut through time
Leaving only the pictures of long
Dead sons and daughters
And you told that the paintings
Looked a lot like mine
I try and watch myself to
See what I am saying
But my heart is on my collar
And I'm asking you to take it
I don't want to go back to
The way things were before
Before the dawn turns into morning I
Want you there to break it
And a thousand years from now when
Our names are just a memory
And poets have recorded what
Happened in the past
Lovers loving in the night will
Find our forms in constellations
Seekers seeking for salvation will find our
Stories in the stained glass
A boy in the city who
Has never seen the morning
As he's running arm in arm
With you through the fields
Will be caught unexpected by a
Flower in the concrete
It will all return again just
Like a potter's wheel