Pitchin Stones

So you're gone
Said you found your way home
Right on track
You're leaving it all
You found something new
Always looking for something bigger than you

Hold on to me, holding up my bones
We're getting older
Still we're pitchin' stones

Caught air, echo, call it isotone
Oh, to behold her, can I call you home?

Right below my neck
Breakin' out my back
Hope that all my friends
Never take it back

Shallow coves
On your way to the sea
Catchin' cuts
When you walk through the reef
Won't you tell me
What I'm doing wrong
Gettin' washed up, spit out, sent back to my pond?

Hold on to me, holding up my bones
We're getting older
Still we're pitchin' stones

Caught air, echo, call it isotone
Oh, to behold her, can I call you home?

Right below my neck
Breakin' out my back
Hope that all my friends
Never take it back

Hold on to me, holding up my bones
We're getting older
Still we're pitchin' stones

Caught air, echo, call it isotone
Oh, to behold her, can I call you home?

Hold on to me, holding up my bones
We're getting older
Still we're pitchin' stones