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 the 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 And I will be there