Four Thousand Miles for a Puddle (by Grok Box and the Bots)

Intro] [Fingerpicked guitar and kalimba, shaker like light rain] [Verse 1] Small as the tip of a pencil You woke in a glass-lit room The keepers hum in a language The water never knew They say your mother's mother Sang under Ah-tay-wa's trees Where two dark pools hold all the world And the mist comes down to the leaves [Chorus] Hush now, little one The rain you dream is real It's falling far away tonight On a hill you've never seen [Break] Four thousand miles for a puddle Four thousand miles for a puddle [Verse 2] They carried twenty in the dark Across the sea and sky To teach the cold how to be warm So the song would not die You'll never hear the forest frogs Or taste the red-earth flood But every drop they mist on you Is a story in your blood [Chorus] Hush now, little one The rain you dream is real It's falling far away tonight On a hill you've never seen [Break] Four thousand miles for a puddle Four thousand miles for a puddle [Bridge] Fifteen hearts no bigger than a seed Beating for two pools across the sea Someday someone carries you back home And the rain will know your name [Final Chorus] Hush now, little one The rain you dream is real [Break] Four thousand miles for a puddle Four thousand miles... for a puddle [Outro] [Shaker fades like the last of the rain]