ryan montbleau LYRICS 

GRAIN OF SAND

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Leave me a bible by the side of the road

We’re gonna need us a message by the time we get to Oswego

87 days and half my brain

You know, the road is long, but I’m short and I’m still the same

Friends can’t fit in front of me

They spill out to the sides, but they’re here anyway

We’re all here anyway

I’ve been strutting around like the remedy

The cure for the sore and the bored

But I’ve got something to say

I think so anyway

 

Get on home quick before I stay

I’m gonna need me a reason to leave by the end of the day

Maybe the next day

Slipping down fast down the side of a slope

On to the next stop, slap a high five as I go

Five as I go

Sure, these nights are long

But I keep myself strong

I only burn one end of the candle

I sleep all day

Oh, I’m gone, I’m strange, I’m a human parade

I strain to remember it all, and I know what I can handle

But I’m toeing the line

 

I’m toeing the line

On the border of what’s good and what’s insane

Toeing the line, testing every fold and corner of my brain

And if I want too much of life, my heart would understand

I’m making the most of this great big grain of sand

 

Couple hundred years and a bottle of Scope™

We’re going to need a fresh buzz by the time we get to Rome

(Wasn’t built in a day, you know.)

Spot a mamacita by the side of the road

You’d better get on board

We’re going to follow which way the wind’s blowing

Which way you going?

You could help me to decide

What to keep and what to leave behind

Out of all, all this fruitful land

And I run so excited all the time

Sometimes I fall

But the more I look at you, the less I need to understand

 

The more I look at you, the less I need to understand

And they told me the big-time was out here somewhere

And I think we might build ourselves something nice after all

Out of this grain of sand

 

Throw the other bags by the side of the road

We’re moving much too fast and side by side we go

Side we go

Find a $40 room with nothing on the walls

We’re going to fill it up nice

We’re going to paint it with conversation

Of our own creation

My, these walls are bare, but I can’t help but stare

At all the fine folks filling up my eyes

And I’m so thankful for this time

I hate to get all misty-eyed, but I’m toeing the line

I’m toeing the line

 

I’m toeing the line

On the border of what’s good and what’s insane

Toeing the line

Testing every fold and corner of my brain

And if I want too much of life, my heart would understand

I’m making the most of this great big grain of sand

 

I’m toeing the line

On the border of what’s real and what’s insane

Toeing the line

Reaching out for all the kindness that remains

And if I want too much of life, my heart would understand

I’m making the most of this great big grain

Making the most, of this great big old grain

We’re making the most

Of this great big grain of sand

This grain of sand