I've got a red string
It hangs down from my beating piece
Wherever I go, it goes
There is no letting it go
No end in sight
Slack to give way to the possible ways
Ready to release in any direction
It never bothered me, I didn't feel it

But then a gentle tug
Enough to look down; to question.
I go in the direction of the pull
Timid steps at first turn to big leaps
A journey done in no time at all
How the way home feels shorter
Yet the end was not a destination
But a familiar feeling that was you