Letras
Water rushes down the San Lorenzo
Rain has swelled the reservoirs
Breezes in the trees and voices on the wind
I can never be alone
Sheltered by the canyon's ancient walls
Hidden from the angry holy wars
I hear the peepers in the pools below
And listen to the angels in the stone
Some say I'm foolish to live out here
At the end of this rutted dusty road
Not much to do and nobody around
You barely get a signal on your phone
But in these violent days and the warming of the earth
I count on the wisdom from before
Walking in the labyrinth and breathing with the wind
And listening to the angels in the stone
Water and wind, insects and soil
We need all she has to get by
No matter how we try we can't destroy the earth
She will still be here when we are gone
Rich ones make their plans for escaping into space
When everything we need is so close by
And when the noisy sounds of all the men are gone
There still will be angels in the stone
And when the noisy sounds
Of all the men are gone
There still will be angels in the stone