I loop the thread around my eyes   I pull them tight   I string the beads that we call teeth   So I can eat   I stitch and knot my limbs back on   I step into my feet   I will sew my garden safe   Let the moss grow over me   Everything must have a place   There is place for everything      In my pocket is a knob lock key   Wrapped in a silver thread   It's laid out on the road to home   I'll follow where I'm led   The floorboards moan as I approach   To tell me where I'm at   If my tongue was a needle   I would sew myself a map      In my pocket is a knob lock key   Wrapped in a silver thread   It's laid out on the road to home   I'll follow where I'm led   The floorboards moan as I approach   To tell me where I'm at   If my tongue was a needle   I would sew myself a map      I loop the thread around my eyes   I pull them tight   I string the beads that we call teeth   So I can eat   I stitch and knot my limbs back on   I step into my feet   From the cradle into the grave   Let the moss grow over me   Everything must have a place   There is place for everything