I have exhausted the cradle I never meant to rock
Wooden legs are tried and sore

Slipping and spinning my bruised ankles
I didn't want to but if your knees scraped you'd cry too

I don't remember now, just who taught me
To tie my shoes the child-like way I still do

In a certain slant of home-spun light I can taste black ice
Did you learn to drive with tears in your eyes?

Was there hope or fear in your heart
When your last day home arrived?

It couldn't have been easy, I barely passed by
Even the dusty stars on my ceiling couldn't make me stay

Intuition never made me falter
I hope it won't forget to help me fade away