Stand Here

The city keeps a clock inside my chest I traded every morning for a mile The hours wear each other like a file And nothing in the hurry ever rests Slow it down Slow it down There is a garden growing in the noise It blooms for no one, asks for nothing back I walked its edges wearing down the track And never turned to hear it make a sound The world will keep its speed without my hands The world will spin regardless what I hold Stand here in the still Let the quiet come and stay The rest can find its way I have nowhere left to fill I ran so long I mistook it for a home The distance was the only thing I knew But everything I wanted had already grown In the place I never stood and never grew Stand here in the still Let the quiet come and stay The rest can find its way I have nowhere left to fill