Stacking chairs - and saying my prayers

 

You left your heart in the jungle 

Ripped off of your red bicycle 

I didn't know you then 

But it feels significant 

I gave up everything 

I learned 

Just to follow you down that dirt road 

You better hold my hand 

There is no map for this 

When the wheels come off, I'll be your spare 

When the party's over, I'll be stacking the chairs 

When the world turns on you, I will be there  

Sleeping is boring, you don't need a bed 

Your thoughts tick loudly in your head 

And I know you now 

I move in time with them 

I'm wrapped up in all thesе weird theories 

Running in circlеs, chased by bees 

You uncover tracks 

And stop the madness