Counting Crows — Nothing But A Child

Glass upon me, walking on the ocean Sun upon me, walking on a wave You can slide like the Lord above You're a beam of teaming motion But for everyone you do There's always one or two like me you can't save Sail on, Maria, burn her to the ground Slide your hand between her tears until she comes Wake up her mother, tell her you're sorry now All God's children walk before they run Everything is beautiful in dreamland Everything is much, much better when we're gone Think I'm going to write myself a letter Something you can keep with you forever Because everybody gets to be perfect when they're gone Nothing but a child, baby Nothing but a child, baby Nothing but a child, baby In your arms, I am