Finches Lay
I'd like to lay my wandering bones at your feet
Along with all the longing they cost me
You can dump them in a bucket
And drag them out to sea, sea, sea
Feed them to the fish
And set me free
I'd like to lay my wandering bones at your door
Along with all the aching they gave me
You can move them to New Brunswick
New Hampshire, New Delhi
So my bones don't grow old
Oh, set me free
You can drive them out to China
Roll them down that wall, oh, I won't mind
I don't mind at all
'Cause where's the want in wandering
If you're not in tow?
I can't see, so I believe
I'd like to lay my wandering bones in your bones
Along with all the wander they want be
They won't take you where you tell them
But they'll get you there safely
If my bones long to roam, then let it be
Take my bones out to roam
And set me free
