Leave your trophies and your golden wings There by the door of my room I don't need to know where you've been Or where we're going to You don't need to be funny for me You don't have to always be strong you don't need to try to be beautiful Beauty was yours all along So kiss the hem of St. Christopher's coat Go on along your way I can't figure out what you're thinking about But i'm sure that it's not me So kiss the hem of St. Christopher's coat Go on along your way We, by design, walk a very fine line And I think that's ok Take your trophies and your golden wings Go back to your beautiful crowd I don't need to know where you've been But where are you going now?