When you're flying low And your head's in tow And you don't know how you'll stand up My slender love Won't be enough To lift you out of that muck You're so trusting With your head, with your heart Well don't trust me There's no room in my yard; Someone took a ton of salt And covered it from wall to wall I'm just hungry For a trip or a hunt And you're hungry For a room with a hearth I can't leave my orbit now Weightless at the speed of sound I used to bend To any shape Now i've grown brittle, any weight could do me in If I could swim Just drift around Then I might soften up again I'm impatient Caught a glimpse at a shape It's time wasted In a haze, in a state Traveling by floating rope I stopped counting coordinates long ago What will I fuss about now