I was a rock but I've come so far,From tumbling between the infinite stars,But oh oh, but no more.
Yeah 'cause time tore the flesh away from the bone,I was a rock but now I'm a stone,But I know there’s more.
Yeah I'm made from the mud,I came from the clay,The centuries silently sliding away.
Yeah I was a rock but I've come so far,From tumbling between the infinite stars.
La, la, oh,Yeah I'm made from the mud,I came from the clay,The centuries silently sliding away.
Yeah I was a rock but the dust I've become,Is just part of the great imperceptible hum,Yeah I, I'm no more.

I'm a working man,And I've got working hands,And I've worked the land for ages, hmm.
But the toll this life has taken,Is a back that’s always aching,And if my scars could tell their tales,It'd take a long, long time,You'd hear about broken bones and splinters.
Yeah, tankard ales and long dark winters,A laureate who’s not worried at the rhyme.
Oh but when the rain comes down,I stop the rain from falling on the ground.
I'm a working man,And I've got working hands,I've worked the land for ages, hmm,For ages, hmm.

Times you took my hand and filled the space between,Times you understand and taught me what it means,To be alone, to be alone, to be alone I dream to be alone,To be alone, to be alone, to be alone I dream to be alone,
It’s not complicated, it should have faded long ago,Times you took my hand and filled the space between,Times you understand and taught me what it meansTo be alone (it’s not complicated),To be alone (it should have faded),To be alone, I dream to be alone.