© 2017 Mark Cote
time clock smiling sarcastically
knowing exactly what I'll be
but the only face
I seem to relate
while it's hands are sealing my fate
polishing stone
does it really matter
when I've gone to the year after
so many dreams wash down the drain
never to seen or heard from again
do they lose the will
do they even know
just how slowly this process grows
Chorus) sanding the stone
robbing flesh from the bone
sanding the stone
ambition left in the cold
sanding
sanding
sanding the stone
we can choose the path that we lead
in the sand or soil plant the seed
you can make life
or life makes you
based on the colors you drew
polishing stone
does it really matter
when I've gone to the year after
(chorus)