Potter's Wheel Lyrics - Josh Ritter

I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel 

Trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us 

And she beat us to the finish as we ran through the fields 

You were born in the city and you didn't recognize me 

Your beauty unexpected like a flower in the concrete 

Some gods far below the worlds undiscovered 

Set you up to ruin temples to find me on the streets 

I'm an alias of who I am a counterfeited fake 

In the picture I am kneeling like a dying saint Jerome 

Hurling rocks at the demons who tried to come too near 

Till you came in and possessed me now I feel at home 

I remember the time I walked for seven hours 

And thought about the people I had known for so long 

All the castles I had built of of fine and precious sand 

Till you came in like the tide now I don't care that they are gone 

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As we floated up the river I translated the verses 

That were written on memorials for the ships that had sank 

And I thought about the people that traded sinking for uncertainty 

And drowned because of loneliness before they reached the banks 

On a beach near Barcelona the young girls cry for Mary 

And they bury earthen vessels in the rocks by the sea 

I am sending out a bottle with a prayer upon the waves 

That you'll find inside my picture and your memory will unfold me 

We were talking about a trip that I had taken to the canyons 

And you told me of a river that had cut through time 

Leaving only the pictures of long dead sons and daughters 

And you told that the paintings looked a lot like mine 

I try and watch myself to see what I am saying 

But my heart is on my collar and I'm asking you to take it 

I don't want to go back to the way things were before 

Before the dawn turns into morning I want you there to break it 

And a thousand years from now when our names are just a memory 

And poets have recorded what happened in the past 

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Lovers loving in the night will find our forms in constellations 

Seekers seeking for salvation will find our stories in the stained glass 

A boy in the city who has never seen the morning 

As he's running arm in arm with you through the fields 

Will be caught unexpected by a flower in the concrete 

It will all return again just like a potter's wheel