Too fickle to need, too tickled to grieve   For the man with his heart on his sleeve   A pleasant surprise in the backs of his eyes for me      Hell, I didn't care, I knew he was there   In the hall with that slippery stare   How funny we fall how foul we fare when we leave      Wheeling down that wicked road   The sins are sticking to our clothes   It;s enough to put a better man to shame      Just chalk it up to make-believe   The folly of your family tree   Better just to let it be and go      Too tired to try, more likely to   Lie like a lion who's so well despised   Than tend to the shallow fields that are hallowed and gray      So nothing is true, how lucky for you   Just to toss it, another lost shoe   Lace it up a little harder I'd really like to get it started, hey, hey      How carefully how unforeseen   Like fallout from a wicked dream   I've been living in the in-between for quite some time      There's a place I'd rather go   But forced to stick to what I know   Lace it up, oh let it go, okay       And once it gets in, then, baby   It spins like a wheel with a talent for feeling   Like everything here has gotten ugly and a little rotten hey hey      And baby, it's tough   I'd rather pick up a bottle than drink down that stuff   Shoot straight as an arrow through fist and through marrow I bleed      I'm looking on this holiday   Two lovely eyes that look away   Better just to write the play and save myself      From what I know and what I dream   There's nothing worth recovering   No matter if I have the means or not      And so