where would i have been if not safe in the middle pressed between his right shoulder your left shoulder drowsy on the ski lift drowsy on the ski lift to be given a body is the greatest gift though the jar lifts and the jar descends though the morning glory withers before it begins though all creation groans every sunday morning he d wake me with a whistle rolled me in a sheet i swung towards you i swung towards him laugh till i can t breathe laugh till i can t breathe to be given a body is the greatest gift though the jar lifts and the jar descends though the morning glory withers before it begins though all creation groans