Testo
You take your time, and the words don't rhyme
But I sing 'em anyway
And rain don't come, but these roots are strong
And they always find their way
There are photographs
Of a well-worn past
Where my father's I laid to rest
It's a hallowed scene
We don't know what it means
In these pinewood chests
But we'll do our best
Time moves steady along
It's a similar tune
For a different song
Time moves steady along
It's the way we move
My inheritance is scars and bricks
But I, I'll do my best
And there's nothing new under skies so blue
And there's never any rest
There's a granite stone
Pointed home
Where my father's I laid to rest
And It's a hallowed scene
We don't know what it means
In these pinewood chests
We'll do our best
Time moves steady along
It's a similar tune
For a different song
Time moves steady along
It's the way we move
It's the way we move
And the choir sang "Beulah Land" when my grandpa had gone
And when they laid me in the ground
I want to hear a gospel song
Time moves steady along
It's a similar tune
For a different song
And time moves steady along
It's the way we move
It's the way we move
