The Road, The Rocks, And The Weeds Songtext
Come down from the stars, show your human scars
Tell me what it's like to believe
Through my Christ haunted thoughts that the losses you bought
Are the nights that you peopled with your dreams
Well, I've got no answers for heartbreaks or cancers
But a Savior who suffers them with me
Singing goodbye, Olympus, the heart of my Maker
Is spread out on the road, the rocks, and the weeds
Come down from your mountain, your high-rise apartment
Tell me what it's like to believe
Through my Christ haunted thoughts that the losses you bought
Are the nights that you peopled with your dreams
Well, I've got no answers for heartbreaks or cancers
But a Savior who suffers them with me
Singing goodbye, Olympus, the heart of my Maker
Is spread out on the road, the rocks, and the weeds
Come down from your mountain, your high-rise apartment
And tell me of the God you know who bleeds
And what to tell my daughter when she asks so many questions
And I fail to fill her heaviness with peace
When I've got no answers for hurt knees or cancers
But a Savior who suffers them with me
Singing goodbye, Olympus, the heart of my Maker
Is spread out on the road, the rocks, and the weeds
And Aphrodite would not weep, nor Zeus would suffer for the weak
But have you come to stand inside my pain?
And all the things I've begged you for, eternity and evermore
Are hidden with me here beneath the rain
The rain
So shall I plant sequoias and revel in the soil
Of a crop I know I'll never live to reap?
Then sow my body to my Maker, and my heart unto my savior
And spread me on the road, the rocks, and the weeds
Spread me on the road
And what to tell my daughter when she asks so many questions
And I fail to fill her heaviness with peace
When I've got no answers for hurt knees or cancers
But a Savior who suffers them with me
Singing goodbye, Olympus, the heart of my Maker
Is spread out on the road, the rocks, and the weeds
And Aphrodite would not weep, nor Zeus would suffer for the weak
But have you come to stand inside my pain?
And all the things I've begged you for, eternity and evermore
Are hidden with me here beneath the rain
The rain
So shall I plant sequoias and revel in the soil
Of a crop I know I'll never live to reap?
Then sow my body to my Maker, and my heart unto my savior
And spread me on the road, the rocks, and the weeds
Spread me on the road
