leave your trophies and your golden wings

there by the door of my room

I don't need to know where you've been

or where we're going to

uou don't need to be funny for me

don't have to always be strong

you don't need to try to be beautiful

beauty was yours all along



so kiss the hem of St. Christopher's coat

and go on along your way

I can't figure out what you're thinking about

I'm sure that it's not me



so kiss the hem of St. Christopher's coat

go on along your way

we, by design, walk a very fine line

and I think that's okay



take your trophies and your golden wings

go back to your beautiful crowd

I don't need to know where you've been

but where are you going now?