One may tip the balance, one may run astray and drip one drop of poison in the water source today, but two must leave the well to dry and never be refilled. Two must leave a thing to die that hasn't yet been killed. One, by fault, a stone dislodge, one stone that holds the rest, and spin within the avalanche, the bitter selfish test, but two to fail together, to throw their hands up in the air, two to presuppose that this is way too much to bear. One’s unfair, one comes up for air and can’t find the other anywhere, but two sometimes must share the price that one invites and pay or leave someplace and shut the door with nothing left to say. And who am I to say this? What right do I have to cry? Why pity me in my darkness? I ripped the sun from the sky. But I believe love’s never wasted and I would wager my dark soul it’s true. Just reach one hand from your side of the canyon and I’ll build a bridge back to you. One may resurrect some hope, one may reconcile, and look back through the smoke and still find embers in the pile, but two rebuild a bridge or two can leave it there that way. One two to once again embrace, two ones to walk away.
First Played: December 20, 2003 The Magic Bag - Ferndale, MI
Last Played: September 1, 2018 Zane Shawnee Caverns - Bellfontaine, OH
# Times Played: 50
% Played: 4.80 %
Shows Since 1st Played: 1042
Shows Since Last Played: 174
1st set: 41
2nd set: 8
3nd set: 1
Encore: 0