[Verse 1] I poured Monday into a maybe Tuesday split itself in two Every door wore my own handwriting Every room had a different view I kept one hand on the turning glass One hand reaching for the frame All those lives were waiting gladly None of them could learn my name [Pre-Chorus] Each narrow throat says, hurry through But every grain divides in two [Chorus] A thousand necks, one falling sand A thousand maps in a single hand I chase each life as it slips away No one gets all of me today A thousand necks, the glass runs dry I cannot live every life I try [Verse 2] There’s a kitchen where I keep the garden A stage where I never miss my cue A quiet coast where I mend the old boat A desk where the whole world comes through I set a place for every future Set the table wide and long Then the evening takes the candles And the plates are all still gone [Bridge] Turn it over—hear the grains collide One small current, let the rest subside Choose a door and let it close behind Give one life the weight of time [Final Chorus] A thousand necks, one falling sand A thousand maps in a single hand I choose one road; I let it stay And give one life the whole of today A thousand necks, the glass runs dry One living heart can still reply [Outro] One road, one name One life, fully claimed
