I walk a weathered canyon You're the rapids, running through it Years and layers start to show In the soil, there is a swelling, beating rhythm to it Earnest prayer I used to know On the one side, I reach you On the other, try to leave you In between the faults of my youth I stumble on the line to love you Came upon a message, Hidden in some shallow water, Written in a line of stones Telling me to go on down the canyon, follow after. . . So I keep on. . . On the one side, I reach you On the other, try to leave you In between the faults of my youth I stumble on the line to love you I walk a weathered canyon You're the rapids, running through it Years and layers start to show In the soil, there is a swelling, beating rhythm to it Earnest prayer I come to know On the one side, I reach you On the other, try to leave you In between the faults of my youth I stumble on the line to love you.