I was fishing for trout in a stream
I spent hours there alone
I held the fish and I could feel
All the panic in its bones

I took something from something else
With a stone
I took something from something else
With a stone

I was swinging the stone and I broke its spine
There was a spasm in my hand
Laid it down and watched it quiet
Cooking slowly in the pan

I took something from something else
With a stone
I took something from something else
With a stone

And I feel sorry
Where my heart is, there’s a hole
Yeah, I feel sorry
Where my heart is, there’s a hole

Started feeling that I owe that fish
Something that matters more than this
Something deeper, something heavier
Something more than whittling time

I took something from something else
With a stone
I took something from something else
With a stone