The heavier

You threw a rock across the rio grande
I watched the weight of it leave your hand
I saw the sun set heavy and low
Landing with your rock in mexico

And in the autumn came a cold breeze
I saw your face fall quick as the leaves
I stood alone in the hallway
To wait for you to figure out something to say

Doesn't it get heavier

Now the pines are all covered in snow
Sloped-shouldered they hang their heads low
I could have waited straight into the spring
To watch those pines shed everything

You're always quiet in the evening light
I watch the weight of it sink into the night
If it were you in the hallway
You know i would have figured out something to say

Doesn't it get heavier