We’re creatures made of many threads
as we wrap ourselves around this world.
Little children tied up in scarves
that overlap our lives
like the stacking spiraled highways,
and we all know we’re gonna end up somewhere
whether the way is warm
or we end up tying ourselves too tight.
But I hope that wherever you go,
someone will be there to wrap you up
’cause we’re all unraveling a bit too quickly these days
and I’m not ready to give up just yet.