Its hard to think of anything
That'll make me go to sleep
So I walk the steps at night
To my run down Paris room
They twist and turn
They rise and fall
The railing guides along the wall
They run so far they touch the sky
I try so hard I could nearly die
These are the forms these changes make
And this is the nature that changes take
I stay on the ground cuz I know I won't fall
I stare at the phone hoping maybe you'll call
Rivers the kind of place
You go to throw your fears
From its golden sands to its foaming wakes
These are the forms these changes make
And this will do nicely and that will do find
put this one together and that one in thine
They must come when we flag them all down
These ships that sail blindly will run them all around
And these are the forms these changes make
And this is the nature that changes take
I stay on the ground cuz I know I won't fall
I stare at the phone hoping maybe you'll call
(repeat)