You're one with the burden of intuition
You're one with the freedom of a blank stare
You're one with the best friend you lost you wish was still there

You're one with the dust on that old piano
You're one with the strings on your new guitar
You're one with the wind through the open window, you are

It was a faint line
That brought you here
And a pulse that kept you in time
It was [bad word] of a tradition
But the fear that you were not that kind

And it's a shame now, baby, you can see yourself in everything [bad word] from
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down
As the one that's gonna pick you up, and pick you up

You're one with the echoes of conversation
You're one with the strangers you overheard
You're one with the lesson that was the best one you learned

It was a faint line that brought you here and a pulse that kept you in time
It was [bad word] of a tradition but the fear that you were not that kind
But you are

And it's a shame now, baby, you can see yourself in everything [bad word] from
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down
As the one that's gonna pick you up, and pick you up

It was a long dark sleepy morning walk, you fell down face to the ground
It was a good start, it was a good start
It was a long dark sleepy morning walk, you fell down face to the ground
It was a good start, it was a good start

And it's a shame now, baby, you can see yourself in everything [bad word] from
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down as the one that's gonna pick you up
And it's a shame now, baby, you can separate yourself from where you stood
And it's the same world, honey, made you feel so bad as the one that made you feel so good, feel so good.