What Rocks Will Never Know - Jim White

These rocks will never know

The joy of being consumed by anything

Worth remembering

Yeah, yeah, yeah

When in our hearts we go

Spelunking into caverns of dark reckoning

What gives us causes a scene

Yeah, yeah, yeah

About all them things that rocks could never know

All of the hate, the joy, and the sorrow, oh, oh, oh

As we kill yesterday and we crucify tomorrow

Doing all them things that rocks could never know

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Here’s something you won’t see

A tree obsessed with being much of anything

Trees are just happening

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You never hear one scream

Protesting lumberjacks with axes glistening

Trees are not listening

No, no, no

To all them things that rocks could never know

All of the hate, the joy, and the sorrow, oh, oh, oh

As we kill yesterday and we crucify tomorrow

Doing all them things that rocks could never know

Yeah, yeah, yeah

So, soap of the soul, sow all the seeds that rocks could never know

Just to know, know all the things that rocks could never sow

Rocks the soul, know all the seeds that rocks could never know

Rocks could never know

Rocks could never know

Rocks could never know

Rocks could never know