I've been walking the straight line
Living in my best friend's pocket
I've been looking at my life
All the time, oh the time
How can I do my work
Always looking over my shoulder
When everything falls apart
When you meet a false heart
Then you can't turn the pages
When you can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through
We fill up every hour
We hunger for the touch of money
Building crooked towers on the fault-line
When I came running to you
I was following the light from a dead star
Then everything falls apart
When you make a false start
Then you can't turn the pages
When you can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through
Weave me a rope
From this dark despair from this dull-eyed pain
Can't turn the pages
Weave me a rope
From this endless night from this distant shore
Can't find the door
Weave me a rope that will pull me through
These impossible times