I'm terrified to pierce the sky Then sit at home and wonder why Preoccupied with vanity and wealth Well my body, attacks itself Memories make you clutch your babies Thank the Lord that we have the rockery Collapse, unto the earthen floor Think you're heavy, I highly doubt it Try walking through a pandemic You're gonna care where eagles dare Decompose, see how you fare Memories make you clutch your babies Thank the Lord that we have the rockery Collapse, unto the earthen floor And it feels like none of this works The quiet weight of snow or church In the town known for soul Warm sun and rock and roll Forefathers sang the blues Three mothers paced the room Ghost cowboys, they glide the range As serious as prayers on a plane Gone slight as you clutch the cart Feel shame, as you're torn apart Collapse, unto the earthen floor Memories make you clutch your babies Thank the Lord that we have the rockery Cause those families don't live here anymore