Its a losing tug-o-war
and I'm eight years old again
asking god for favors as if he's in command.

Have you seen the sun?
I can't find the light.

When I'm losing control
follow me down and follow me deep.

I don't need you to save me
and there's no favors I would ask
save for you to catch me
if I don't stand a chance.

You are no god but spirit
strange new soul I've yet to know.

I'm no child but can pretend to be.

I'd just like you
to be the first one to see me
as only something more
than an eight-year-old asking god
for more rope.