I've been walking the straight linenLiving in my best friend's pocketnI've been looking at my lifenAll the time, oh the timennHow can I do my worknAlways looking over my shouldernWhen everything falls apartnWhen you meet a false heartnnThen you can't turn the pagesnWhen you can't find the doornWhen you're nobody's babynNot even close to pulling throughnnWe fill up every hournWe hunger for the touch of moneynBuilding crooked towers on the fault-linennWhen I came running to younI was following the light from a dead starnThen everything falls apartnWhen you make a false startnnThen you can't turn the pagesnWhen you can't find the doornWhen you're nobody's babynNot even close to pulling throughnnWeave me a ropenFrom this dark despair from this dull-eyed painnCan't turn the pagesnWeave me a ropenFrom this endless night from this distant shorenCan't find the doornWeave me a rope that will pull me throughnThese impossible times