Nothing But A Child Counting Crows

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