You are everywhere, within and without where it don't matter what we used to do now where I feed my people when I get behind the plow when I write the tiger hanging on by his eyebrows somehow where the gang in me is being all that it can be somehow part hope is a plan and part vigilante streak
when I sleep on the train in straight lines through shadows you're there at the ballroom hanging you're there
You are there when I stop writing things down and when I forget about who I am now forget about who's kissing her who's behind my plow now it's time to drown all of that poetry out is how we all learn to sleep with ourselves drawing to ourselves
in straight lines through shadows you're there at the ballroom hanging you're there
There's no escaping this dream We're dancing with no distractions
when I sleep on the plane in straight lines through shadows you're there at a ballroom hanging you're there