The Weight Of A Rock - Marnie Stern

Some say the clock is the memory framed

Some know the memory by what it is named

He has closed his eyes

He has given up hope

He is bound to the sky

On a tethered rope

He is the weight of a rock

He is the weight of a rock

And he wonders why

The frame of the clock comes scratching by.

Some say the clock is the memory framed

Some know the memory by what it is named

I am the weight of the rock

I am the frame of the clock (repeat 3)

He is the weight of a rock

And he wonders why (repeat 1)