I'll set nothing vile

Before my eyes and while

You're faithful

Oh that faithless deeds

Wouldn't static cling

Then I'd be grateful

Hem my pants so long

For growing into strong

Down past the shoes

I didn't roll them up

To trip everyone up

And then I blamed you



Place your wind against my sails



Envelope that mails to a prisoner in jail: Will I answer?

Running everywhere 'til my feet are turning bare: Will I answer?

You knock on the door but I rarely cross the floor: Will I answer?

Sit around and hope for some skin that soaks up soap: Will I answer?



Place your wind against my sails