the sun's heading down again   burying everything in the dark   it covers the land   makes it so hard to stay up      so we all fall down   ashes, ashes are all that is left   when we all fall down   and you can lay down by my side      and when we wake up   will we remember anything?   those colorful dreams   they seem like a history      where we all fall down   ashes, ashes we danced all around   then we all fall down   the dust will settle one day      i'm shedding my sunday clothes   well, i'll put them in the corner so i won't forget   that we're all still seven years old   and we wonder what comes next   so i'm anxiously awaiting my new best friend   and i'm hopelessly addicted to grass and trees   to rivers, oceans, and sun   to rain and its puddles, to snowbanks and snowfights   to mountains and canyons and lakes   to cowboys and indians, rockets and astronauts   dogs, horses, and snakes      and i can't explain my love for skipping stones   and i don't know where all this hope is coming from      so put me in a rockwell   oh, immortalize my smile   'cause this world is much too big for me   no, i'd never explore it all   i'm still finding it out   and then trying to forget   while i catalog all of these people i've met   their names are redundant   their faces are all so tired         and i can't explain my love for skipping stones   and i don't know where all this hope is coming from