In the gut in the gut is where we lost the thinking cap In the air in the air is where we have our sorrows to share I'm a speck i'm a grain i'm a crumb i'm a mote i'm a trace With my hands in my jacket parading down the straights I had a long time i had a long time in the sun Take my hand Take my hand What have i got left for you to take? Wheres my mind? Wheres your soul? Our bodies were in the back having heart attacks Speck i'm a grain i'm a crumb i'm a mote I'm a trace of the love we used to have I had a long time i had a long time in the sun