Stacking Chairs

You left your heart in the jungle

Ripped off of your red bicycle

I didn't know you then

But it feels significant

I gave up everything I learned

Just to follow you down that dirt road

You better hold my hand

There is no map for this

When the wheels come off, I'll be your spare

When the party's over, I'll be stacking the chairs

When the world turns on you, I will be there

I will be there

Sleeping is boring, you don't need a bed

Your thoughts tick loudly in your head

And I know you now

I move in time with them

I'm wrapped up in all these weird theories

Running in circles, chased by bees

You uncover tracks

And stop the madness

When the wheels come off, I'll be your spare

When the party's over, I'll be stacking chairs

When the world turns on you, I will be there

When the wheels come off, I'll be your spare

When the party's over, I'll be stacking the chairs

When the world turns on you, I will be there

I will be there

I will be there

I will be there

I will be there

When the wheels come off, I'll be your spare

When the party's over, I'll be stacking the chairs

When the world turns on you, I will be there

I will be there