Strung out on leaving 

One leg stretched for the curb 

The other one grounds itself against rebirth 

So the swallows will stay in the barn 

The finches left a long time ago 

The fall must be oh so close 



I cannot exist in this circumference 

I keep a crippled leg on home base 



Where I hang my crutches 

I'm so weak and needy 

My knees are so weak 

Crutches keep me from kneeling 

I need something I can fall back on 

Something to relate to 

Something to rotate to, now 



Nothing's so far away 

And nothing so good can ever stay 

Now, could it? 

And I know that the stars all have names 

Some of them just aren't as good as others 

Some of them are just letters and numbers 



Sometimes I forget 

That the smallest things can be oh so big 



Where'd you hang my crutches? 

I'm so weak I'm bleeding 

I bleed every week 

Crutches keep me from kneeling 

And there's nothing here to fall back on 

Nothing to relate to 

Nothing to replace you 



Now, nothing seems so far down 

Down, I'll shove my foot 

Deeper into the ground