"Potter's Wheel" by Josh Ritter e----3---3----|---3---0----|---3---3----|---3---3----| b-----0---0---|----0---0---|----0---0---|----0---0---| g------0------|-----0------|-----0------|-----0------| d-------------|------------|------------|------------| a-----------0-|-2--------2-|-3-------0--|-5--------0-| E--3----------|------------|------------|------------| (Repeat) I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel Trying to stay ahead in morning as time came running with us And she beat us to the finish as we ran through the fields You were born in the city, I didn't recognise you, Your beauty unexpected like a flower in the concrete Some gods far below, in worlds undiscovered Sent you up through ruined temples to find me on the streets, yeah I'm an alias of who I am, a counterfeited fake In a picture I am kneeling like a dying Saint Jerome Hurling rocks at the demons who had tried to come too near Til you came in and posessed me, now I feel at home I remember the time we walked for seven hours I thought about the people I had known for so long All the castles I had built out of fine and precious sand Til you came in like the tide, now I don't care that they are gone As we floated up the river I translated the verses That were written on memorials to the ships that had sank And I thought about the people traded sinking for uncertainty And drowned because of loneliness before they reached the banks Of the beach near Barcelona where the young girls cry for Mary And they bury earthen vessels in the rocks by the sea I am sending out a bottle with a prayer upon the waves That you'll find inside my picture and your memory will unfold me We were talking 'bout a trip that I had taken to the canyons And you told me 'bout a river that had cut through time Leaving only the pictures of long-dead sons and daughters And you told me that their paintings looked a lot like mine I try and watch myself to see what I am saying But my heart is on my collar and I'm asking you to take it I don't want to go back to the way things were before Before the dawn turns into morning I want you there to break it And a thousand years from now when our names are just a memory And poets have recorded what has happened in the past Lovers loving in the night will find our forms in constellations Seekers seeking for salvation will find our stories in stained glass A boy in the city who has never seen the morning As he's running arm-in-arm with you through the fields Will be caught unexpected by a flower in the concrete It will all return again just like a potter's wheel