We go forward in the moon 
I step sideways into you 
Being [bad word] like an old brick wall 
Falling as we push on through 

And I know you won’t let me down 
No matter what I do 
Yes I know you won’t let me down 
So let’s just push on through. 

Backward rider in the breeze 
 [bad word] for you, [bad word] for me 
My fingers ache like I’m a weathered oak 
Full of insects and disease.