given all i can for the last time find an easier branch to hang your heart around what are you standing there waiting for given all your life plans you should feel assured in the balmy air everyone s around every young one that you ve wrapped your arms around in the fog on a ferry night ride to flee your shore i wished not to you have known didn t it fail at the start line don t we happen of the same kind build your home on another fault line and deal with your ashes there and i ll here deal with mine1