She's a reckoning sweeping softly in With her hair held up by a mortal pin She's a tidal wave, then a little lamb Then a tree swept sideways, barely standing up Barely holding up, but hardly looking down on someone else's luck Flying always seemed so lonesome anyway So she'll come back to earth with words she heard you say As the day begins with the deepest cut All the dreams you dreamed, all their setting suns All the lower backs with their curvature All the tightly bounded, being sure of nothing Holding onto something; looking down on someone 'Cause you had the gumption Flying always seemed so lonesome anyway So she'll come back to earth with words she heard you say She's a reckoning with her hands tied up But she'll kneel right down and she'll fill your cup When it overflows, take that mortal pin She can mop it up as the day begins