From the recording Holy Fallout
The small man builds cages for everyone he knows
While the sage who has to duck his head while the moon is so low,
Keeps dropping keys for all the beautiful, rowdy prisoners.
The sky where we live is no place to lose your wings.
So love, love, love, love every little thing.
It’s all just a love contest and I never lose.
And that’s a good reason to spend more time with me.
The world was made to be free in
and anything that doesn’t bring you alive
is too small for you.