A pocketful of stones

A pocketful of stones
He´s sending stones skimming and flying
Circles spinning out his time
Though the earth is dying his head is in the stars
Chances are this spark´s a lifetime
Out of touch he´ll live in wonder
Won´t lose sleep he´ll just pretend
In his world he won´t go under
Turns without him until the end

Rivers run dry but there´s no line on his brow
Says he doesn´t care who´s saved
It´s just the dice you roll, the here and now
And he´s not guilty or afraid
One day he´ll slip away
Cool water flowing all around
In the river and on the ground
Leave a pocketful of stones and not believe in other lives
Until then he´ll live in wonder
He won´t fight or comprehend
In his world he won´t go under