Lava Rock

verseOut beyond the scrub oak line
Where nothing much will grow
There’s a field of lava rocks
From a long forgotten flow

Some are round and weathered smooth
Some are sharp as broken glass
Most just sit and mind themselves
Waiting for the years to pass

chorusLava rock
Lava rock
Funny little stone
Looks heavy from a distance
Feels hollow when it’s known

Lava rock
Lava rock
Scattered where it fell
Nobody can tell you
What it used to be as well

verseSome folks like to gather them
Line them up in rows
Build a little garden wall
To keep back what grows

Others skip them on the river
Others leave them where they lie
A rock don’t get much say in things
It just watches people by

chorusLava rock
Lava rock
Full of little holes
Funny what survives the fire
Funny what it stole

Lava rock
Lava rock
Black against the sun
Everybody loves the story
After all the burning’s done

bridgeThe mountain isn’t talking
The valley doesn’t care
The wind keeps moving through the cracks
Like it was never there

verseSometimes after heavy rain
The colors start to show
Rust and silver, red and gold
Hidden underneath the flow

Makes a person wonder
Though not enough to ask
How much of every lava rock
Is mountain wearing a mask

final chorusLava rock
Lava rock
Sitting where it lands
A souvenir of pressure
Nobody quite understands

Lava rock
Lava rock
That’s all I’ve got to say
Just a little observation
From a field along the way