[Female contralto, soothing, heartfelt, unhurried, soft piano, warm cello, mostly sung, half-spoken] [Chorus - Intimate] bare feet on wet grass ten ambassadors of me seeking common ground [Verse 1] I leaned to greet her kitty bit me on the nose what I called common ground, she called her sleeping spot just left of my right leg's place mornings my hips ache still I did not move one inch call it what you want [Verse 2] but I love the old blues songs preachin' the heart's truth the pause between two blue notes that's where I live now [Cello and Felt Piano Interlude - Slowly Opening] [Verse 3 - Warmer] the old clock tick-tocks his hands are weary but strong as he holds the brush even the clock holds its breath wanting to see this [Verse 4 - Beginning to Build] we spread out on our blankets meteor shower the universe showing off we clap like children watching all the streaks of stars tonight's magic show one spark falls into my tea drinking up the sky [Chorus - Wider] bare feet on wet grass ten ambassadors of me seeking common ground [Verse 5 - Playful, Building] a cloudburst in my teacup earl grey sunrises one ant carries a bread crumb larger than doctrine smaller than a molecule life: one size fits all the river skips the fitting room just wears the canyon [Verse 6 - Expanding, Peak] osprey rising far above steep ancient footpaths one loose stone starts an echo nobody answers great heron takes flight gliding on a quiet wave sky just lets it in [Cello Swells - Full and Soaring] [Verse 7 - Luminous] to its wide, blue spacious heart got no more troubles wrong turns were the only way to this right-now road [Instrumental Falls Away] [Verse 8 - Sparse] the very thing to cure it? heavy-stepped doldrums watch the spinning copper coin land upon its edge again and again the coin spins my tale of woe I keep flipping for an answer the coin keeps spinning [Sparse Cello and Felt Piano Interlude] [Outro - Quiet] change is inevitable but you never know the coin lands with a soft clink then rolls out the door I have been quite haphazard in the flipping of coins [Sparse] in the flipping of coins one wobbles back to bare feet ten ambassadors [Final Chorus - Quiet] bare feet on wet grass ten ambassadors of me seeking common ground —————— Lyrics © Mario Caoile & Laura Gimby
