Is there some freewheeling watcher                                
                                                                
                                    Shooting marbles in the sky?                                
                                                                
                                    Holding your years between their fingers                                
                                                                
                                    Watching it burn till the fire dies                                
                                                                
                                    Why is it heroic to untether?                                
                                                                
                                    How is alone some holy grail?                                
                                                                
                                    And if we really come and go unknown                                
                                                                
                                    Couldn't I find myself in jail?                                
                                                                
                                    Oh, keeper how I love you                                
                                                                
                                    I love you and you and you                                
                                                                
                                    And returning to myself is such a lonely thing to do                                
                                                                
                                    But it's the only thing to do                                
                                                                
                                    Is it evolving turning inward?                                
                                                                
                                    Oh, what an easy way to be                                
                                                                
                                    Only kneeling at the altar of                                
                                                                
                                    The great and mighty me                                
                                                                
                                    Let me break myself apart                                
                                                                
                                    Instead and scatter to my birds                                
                                                                
                                    Like a burial at sea                                
                                                                
                                    To be the gospel without words                                
                                                                
                                    Oh, my darlings how I love you                                
                                                                
                                    I love you and you and you                                
                                                                
                                    And returning to myself is such a lonely thing to do                                
                                                                
                                    But it's the only thing to do                                
                                                                
                                    There's no honor in the pilgrimage                                
                                                                
                                    Until a soul returns                                
                                                                
                                    To hold another's hand and then                                
                                                                
                                    And only then it learns                                
                                                                
                                    That life is like a stone                                
                                                                
                                    Only skipping for a time                                
                                                                
                                    Oh, it never really holds its own                                
                                                                
                                    It'll never see the other side                                
                                                                
                                    And I was born to love you                                
                                                                
                                    I love you and you and you                                
                                                                
                                    Oh, returning to myself is such a lonely thing to do                                
                                                                
                                    Returning to myself is just returning me to you                                
                                                                
                                    And that's the only thing I wanna do