A Cut lip, shirtless,

Water on a bee's wing,

Circles and stings the back of the neck

Throw the hose down, frown,

Leave the flowers behind you,

The pavement burns the soles of your feet,

Stand still sun,

Stand still every one,

See your shadow it's long,

It's too early to be late,

Your body grows heavy,

There's a fog in your brain,

The scales tip, bent hips,

You're back on your heels,

And slowly the night strips the light from teh day,

Stand still sun,

Stand still every one,

Twenty-three degrees is all that it leans and for a moment time stands still,

All the music and verse man and beast they traverse to be closer to its golden light,

The temples we erect to catch a sun negligent, to give us all just this one chance,

To harness its power to a golden chariot and ride it from the east to the west,

Six A.M., pull yourself up straight,

Pulleys and ropes groan under your weight,

Some things you know,

Others you fight,

Some things you never seem to get right,

Stand still sun,

Stand still every one,