The Thin Line

Well you and me, we're the same now Only I'm further in the box not ready to walk So far out like you I'm scared to death of that it means if i do Is the man in the moon the man you're worshiping now You talk an awful lot about the things that you doubt You say the man at the top of the stair pushed you down Oh that fall, was it hard when you hit the ground You and me we're the same now Only I'm shading what you're yelling out Yelling "how dare you" I'm scared to death of what that means for you too Well I heard there's a small sad piece of shame Trying to level your honesty against his name Now thin and dangerous the line beautifully drawn between All the sad things you say and how I think the very same thing I don't know if my branches deserve to be cursed Like you say that they should in your song and verse I rather favour the leaves that when they fall to the dirt Can curse the options they lost and bless the things that they learned