if i lived way up on a high tall mountain
up in the sky like a monk
listenin to the stream
jus the critters and me
huggin on a big tree trunk
if i lived way down in a great rift valley
watchin lilacs blow in the wind
watchin alluvial sands
in the cradle of man
slip through our fingers again
every grain of sand
through the hour glass
every grain of sand
i’m gonna squeeze everything i can
outa every last grain of sand
if i lived way out on a boat in the ocean
jus my astronomy to get by
on my last voyage
with all of the gods
on the deck of the starboard side
and if i were born under a bad sign
and the meteors fell like a rain
and all the snakes among us
were a’speakin in tongues and jus
rattlin window panes
every grain of sand
through the hour glass
every grain of sand
i’m gonna squeeze everything i can
outa every last grain of sand
whistlin
mark my name off the log of the captain
mark my name off the list
many darts will be thrown
and stick sad and alone
far from the targets that they missed
every grain of sand
through the hour glass
every grain of sand
i’m gonna squeeze everything i can
outa every last grain of sand