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I saw a woman in a circle |
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Her face was a rapture |
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She was pulling a lever, she was raising a hammer |
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She's gonna ring that bell |
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I turned to tell my brother |
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About this woman and her rapture |
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But the train shot into the darkness before ever That hammer fell - and it's |
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Better to breathe out - better to run than to hide |
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You'd better find out who's gonna be on your side |
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How many times do I have to tell you: |
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Don't lead with what is on your inside |
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Or people gonna find out you're different |
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People gonna drag out all you have to hide and it's |
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Better to breathe out - better to leap before you look |
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Keep your mind focused, and maybe you'll write that book |
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You could be folding your laundry |
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Twelve hundred miles from the place you were born |
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You could look up into the sweet and forgiving autumn sunlight |
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And you realize all at once - you have carried your scars this far |
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Because you love them; the world touches you that way and it |
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Hurts so much that you just smile and you lay down, you lay down |
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Without a fight |
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I guess we're all gonna work on maggie's farm for a little while longer |
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Not tell anyone what he have inside to give |
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And you keep your eyes on the stars up above |
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And don't you just lay down and live it is |
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Better to breathe out - better to run than to hide |
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You'd better believe I am on your side |
