Sticks and Stones
By: Jonathan Edwards
Where do I begin
to pack up my things,
and move away from what might have been?
Was it in some song
that came out all wrong,
but yet we both tried so hard to sing?
I'll pack my guitar.
I'll leave you with the car.
I hope it won't be cold to start.
But I must get going
the kids get up at dawn
and this is sure to break somebody's heart
When did we grow this far apart?
Love was forever at the start
but now it's come down to sticks and stones.
When did we go wrong?
When were we not strong?
And did we try hard enough to care?
It's cold as hell outside.
It's just as cold inside,
now that there's nothing left to share.
I'll pack up my books.
Linger with last looks
and I'll throw them all in my truck and drive.
From these sticks and stones
and the lies on the phone,
but I hope all that you want will arrive.
I'd better be on my way right now,
I'm bad at goodbye's any how.
Now it's come down to sticks and stones.
Now when did we grow this far apart?
Love was so kind to us at the start,
but now it's come down to sticks and stones.
I'd better be on my way right now,
I'm bad at goodbye's any how.
Now it's come down to sticks and stones.
