[Verse — syncopated drums] I spin the wheel till morning comes Make little cups for everyone You love the shape, then find a flaw I smooth it with a shaking thumb [Pre-Chorus] There's clay enough to make my face But not a minute or a space [Chorus — warm harmonies] Round and round, the wheel obeys I pour myself in every vase I'd smash the kiln and start as mud Go where the unmade rivers run But every shelf holds someone's gift I can't destroy the love in it (Spin again, spin again) [Bridge — halftime] A crack appears beneath the glaze I trace it calmly every day [Outro] One vessel breaks, one never forms I watch the wheel outspin the storm
