Did the time to figure out fold us up and out the core
We built the logs, the blogs and logs
To try to understand me

To break the words, we throw the stones
Bury deep, deep into the snow

The clerks and fares that watch the lives
And forget to pass us by

Hello, how low

Will the dog that travels with a broken leg ever need a tail
It could be yours, could be ours
They try to understand me

A move towards needs a spot to rest
He can't tow the line with or without some regret

They make the rules seem like a rule
And don't forget to pass us by

Home, hello, and we get along