Strung out on leaving   One leg stretched for the curb   The other one grounds itself against rebirth   So the swallows will stay in the barn   The finches left a long time ago   The fall must be oh so close      I cannot exist in this circumference   I keep a crippled leg on home base      Where I hang my crutches   I’m so weak and needy   My knees are so weak   Crutches keep me from kneeling   I need something I can fall back on   Something to relate to   Something to rotate to, now      Nothing’s so far away   And nothing so good can ever stay   Now, could it?   And I know that the stars all have names   Some of them just aren’t as good as others   Some of them are just letters and numbers      Sometimes I forget   That the smallest things can be oh so big      Where’d you hang my crutches?   I’m so weak I’m bleeding   I bleed every week   Crutches keep me from kneeling   And there’s nothing here to fall back on   Nothing to relate to   Nothing to replace you      Now, nothing seems so far down   Down, I’ll shove my foot   Deeper into the ground