Heard it said, it's a stupid thing, everything that I follow through Never got to our God, you see; abandoned with the taste of the new And every time that whistle blows I'm stranded in my shoes Get me back on board, pull me up with grace Get me back on board, let me be embraced 'Cause even after all those words I want you for my own Touch me when the sun comes up and tell me that we're home We'll take a train to the graves again That we can learn the value of life Kick the snow with our shoe-heels; shivers give me a smile in the night Hey, honest to goodness, girl I'd kiss you with the lips of the Lord But to be honest to goodness, I feel I have to wait for the word And every time that whistle blows, I'm stranded in my shoes 'Cause I'm always, always trying to be the archetypal free The strangest something went to sleep, I buckled at the knees So here we go, digging through those dustbins, giving things new names