The Pebble Dispute

(Verse 1) You said it was Class III, I swore it was Class IV, we argued in the archive 'til they locked the reading room door. A casual stone, an alignment stone, we both refused to fold, two stubborn little creatures and one small grey piece of gold. (Chorus) Oh the pebble dispute, the pebble dispute, two hearts and one stone and nobody else to recruit. We can fight about the classes 'til the orbit comes around, but the meaning's only "stay with me," that's all we ever found. (Verse 2) We took it to committee, they were no help at all, they filed it under "complicated," pinned it to the wall. The footnotes got romantic, the margins got it wrong some objects can't be sorted; they just want to belong. (Bridge) Turns out the class was Ceremonial all along the pebble meant I'll fight with you and still know I belong. (Chorus) Oh the pebble dispute, the pebble dispute, we filed the whole thing under love and called the matter moot of every rock I've ever held, that argument's the best.