Pendulums

We are like pendulums

Our arms swinging at our sides

And I am a good little clock

Walking along power lines

I'm thinking like a swinging door

Hinging on these changing thoughts

Between the pull up to the shore

And the push off

In the lines of footprints in the snow

All along the edges of the road

I haven't even walked my block

Since I moved out here years ago

The secret lives of twist ties

The hidden story in one line

In the lines of footprints in the snow

All along the edges of the road

I haven't even walked my block

Since I moved out here years ago

We are like pendulums

Our arms swinging at our sides

And I am a good little clock

I'm ticking off the time

The distant lights are twinkling

It means there is a wind

That blows the trees against themselves

And hard into this house I'm sleeping in

I'm sleeping in