Creaking boards, an old chandelier A solid wooden door All so familiar yet so distant My world crumbled on this floor From the edge of the canyon You can see the layers exposed Worn down aeons ago You'll be okay, hey little one There may be a canyon But the river still runs Those shutters, those tiles Rafters high Mountain through the panes And words words I didn't understand Tears that fell like rain And though I heard "None of this is your fault" You don't really get It at nine years old Now I fly through This gift of a life I can look back And say don't cry From the edge of the canyon You can see the layers exposed Worn down aeons ago You'll be okay, hey little one There may be a canyon But the river still runs From the edge of the canyon You can see the layers exposed Worn down aeons ago You'll be okay, hey little one There may be a canyon But the river still runs There may be a canyon But the river still runs