I was out there missing steps, when you swung around to me Best to land, not to crash, pulling out too late Call on everyone you ever knew, and plead Well i've been the bum who's underfed I've been the one who should've said Maybe i'm wrong and i've always been that way Are you tied to your field, wrung out Have you fallen from where glory sprouts Are you cut off in fields and pressed down Like an early spring till that don't come around I think i've been there I think 'm waiting too long You tried this (panting and poured? You set a course to cross me out Are you tired and broken, once so stout Are you full of the feeling, don't doubt it when it's gone I could cut off (this reel?) and leave now I could fill up with air and scream so loud I think 'm going to
