But it feels cool to be wasteful, To join tears and join years That you have left around the rest A new landscape, to be awake It hurts to start or cut your tongue On a sharp rock where you tried to run The coldest fondness you gave your feet To hold you up and show you up On the stock you stuck your claim And blamed it plain for all the names That you built up and laid upon You're all hard up, laid on the sun And you go down and make it great You make it well, you made a lake That sits there in the middle, Where you're often torn apart, Where you can never figure Which the hell way you are And though you'll never be successful In making it go a way That you want or care for Makes it anyway So I'll leave simply And promise you a fair That won't be too expensive And leave you wondering where Nothing glows and nothing comes And nothing dances on tiptoes To see before the sun comes up With nothing left, to be yourself With nothing to keep you, With nothing to break, With everyone to love you And all of them to say: Whatever you have shared before Today do share again It's taken shelves to store accomplishments And a thousand leaves and lakes To fall out of your pockets And never find the ground To be lost in the moment That day you came around