Hold on to the thread. The currents will shift. Glide me towards. You know something's left. And we're all allowed. To dream of the next. Oh, oh the next, time we touch Uh huh, uh huh. Uh huh,
I heard about a man to whom I may be related. He's leatherman. Died a long time ago in the 1880's. Leatherman. Leatherman. Covered with leather but it wasn't tight. Underneath a moon in the wood
Once divided. nothing left to subtract. Some words when spoken. can't be taken back. Walks on his own. with thoughts he can't help thinking. Future's above. but in the past he's slow and sinking.
Can the word sound. Till you've been down so low. The future's bright. Lit up with no where to go. To and fro the pendulum throws We are here and then we go. My shadow left me long ago Understand