i can see her, smiling like we do
leah has been hurt
and she has been hurt bad
sixteen to nineteen, so sad

it’s so easy just to carry on
does it ever end?
could you ever –
ever lend a helping hand

then i will hitch up with despair
because they know me best
when it appears,
there is no one else around to care

all build a base to share
the fortunate hatch a plan
an egg where they hope –
the yolk will not run

i always feel,
that i do not mix easily
sometimes i just feel like a joke
i feel like i do not mix easily

i could say,
meet at seven
but i know you would be late
so this is for you
but i will not wait

we are only part of it
the bigger plan
its bigger than the city
bigger than the palm of my hand

it is all we can do to stay on top
it is all we can do to leave
it is half of our belief
and half of our need