Rhythm

When you curse your name I'm a receiverWhen your heart can't change I'm a receiveDo I love like a stranger?The world keeps getting stranger all the timeAnd the distance is greaterThan any rope I ever tied around your waistTo keep our tumbles in rhythmOh, a heart is a pocket for loose changeWe scrape and we save and we wait for a raiseDid you watch as our muscles divided in rhythm?I cursed being a manI cursed being the driverI let go of the wheel sometime last yearThen I sang to you in shiftsTill the mountains folded overAnd your wrongs went through my wrists so you could sinI love the world, I want to take it with me