The Things We Had to Leave Behind

Move on out and breathe it in Take a step and it begins without knowing Birds detest the siren rings All they need were tiny wings to get going, going, gone The man I know is already used up These kids will grow, but not out of these picture frames Beggars, bankers, on their knees Mountain climbing refugees are all talking Parading down the streets I know The houses float like Styrofoam Each faster than the one before Make rainbows on a distant shore Heavier each step we take These bones were meant to bend, to break With tides so high that their shadows weigh Too much for all of us to carry A life now told in a small lighter and some cigarettes When will we know if we're done telling yet? If we're done telling yet?