On a shaky road in front of me
Fear and hope have swung my knees
They're asking my bones
To burn me out and make me breathe
To feel the weight and sum of me
'til my body knows
I've got the feeling
I've hit the ceiling
A mine shaft that's closed
A man I know on printed leaf
Lifted his heals, gave my relief
An answer in prose
You run the town through five boroughs
Then your body knows
You've run the town through five boroughs
And your body knows
On a shaky road in front of me
Fear and hope have swung my knees
They're asking my bones
You run the town through five boroughs
Then your body knows
You've got to use it
So you can make art and music
You don't use it
So you can't make art and music
You can make it
You can, you can
I am full of blood
I am full of of hints
I am full of love
But I am full of lists
If I don't use it