Rocks In My Pockets

Like a good luck charm for a soldier
Heading off into battle
I carried a stone in my pocket
Something I found in Seattle

It vaguely resembled a face
And it looked like a headstone, a little
Deep groove from a worm, or from years underwater
Running right down the middle

Some people name their cars, or their guitars
Some things are too fragile to name
Some things are made for the spotlight
Some live at the edge of the frame

Just a few days above surface
A lifetime below
Rocks in my pockets, when I go

Stuck to the shoreline
In the light of the torch
Wrapped up in your bandage
Like a package on the porch

You were never going to make it
I felt like you knew
But at least you'll have someone
For some of us that won't be true

Some people go down swinging, get in a few punches
Some learn to ride the currents, some never learn
Probably not going to leave the slightest trace in the wake
When it's my turn

Tie down the sails
When the crosswinds blow
Rocks in my pockets, when I go

Initials in the bark of a tree
Little signs of hope
Like a good luck charm for a soldier
Mailed home in an envelope

Some people go it alone
Some need a friend
The weak ones get lucky
The strong ones stick around to see the end

Just a few days above surface
A lifetime below
Rocks in my pockets when I go
Rocks in my pockets when I go
Rocks in my pockets when I go