Andy Gullahorn Grand Canyon
There are endless tears
And suffering we can't explain
There are dark grey clouds
That never seem to drift away
There's despair in the morning
That will tie us to the bed
But the story isn't over yet
There's a white flag raised
Saying we can't bear anymore
There are silent nights
Because nothing's like it was ...
And our dreams retell the sadness
So we cannot forget
But the story isn't over yet
I took a picture of the Grand Canyon
So I could remember that day
There are cards and letters
All letting their love be heard
Sympathetic smiles
From those at a loss for words
In our wake there are whispers
That tell of where we've been
But the story isn't over yet
I took a picture of the Grand Canyon
So I could remember that day
Oh but the beauty of the Grand Canyon
Stretches way beyond the frame
I can't sleep
There's too much weighing on my mind
But there's a bird out there
Still singing in the dead of night
Like it knows there's a season
when the sun's gonna set
But the story isn't over yet
The story isn't over
