On pins and needles
You claimed your freedom
The tallest grass behind our
Cul-de-sac refined us
Tornado season
A flickering beacon
Our diesel generator
And my only reason
For climbing water towers
And phoning after hours
Was reclaiming walking distance
As turning leaves dismissed us
You could set your watch to it
Cut bait and phone this in
Fevers break and paint dries thin
But that's not how you've always been
That's not how you've always been
From your vantage point
Was it worth collateral
Did it prick your finger as you
Begged the supernatural
To take this cup away
And let sleeping lies lay
The seeds you'd sown would scatter all the same
But I don't have much interest
In keeping all your secrets
So I try to replace them
With thoughts of where I came from
The sunshine off the pavement
It's a migratory movement
From within
But that's just how I've always been
