The Line

 

My toe is creeping across that line when you ask me if i’m in or not
Heard your words a thousand times they spin around fly up and drop

If it’s easy to pick up and go
Why do I drag my feet on the floor
I look to you for sympathy and time
But there’s not

The clock has struck the 11th hour and I’m just throwing out my fate
If it lands on it’s side I’ll be yours for the take

But no objects land on the floor
And my fortune says soon be told
I look to you for sympathy and time
But there’s not

Leaves falling down
Please one say call on me
Leaves falling down and down

If it’s easy to pick up and go
Why do I drag my feet on the floor
I look to you for sympathy and time
But there’s not

My toe is creeping across that line when you ask me if i’m in or not
I’ve heard your words a thousand times they spin around fly up and drop

If it’s easy to pick up and go
Why do I drag my feet on the floor
I look to you for sympathy and time
But there’s not