The Big Parachute

To choose
 To win or to loose
 To sleep and to snooze
 And to furnish
 The excuse
 The hats and the boots
 The big parachutes
 And the whistlin'
 Of storms
 Of prose and of poems
 Of trees and of thorns
 And of ceilings
 For faith
 For love and for hatred
 For knives and for plates
 And for pretending
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 To fall
 And curse at the wall
 And swear that it's all
 Just some lookalike
 And to groan
 To scream and to moan
 And strive to disown
 All the little lies
 That you told
 For silver for gold
 To squeeze and to hold
 And to throw around
 At the crowd
 Who all speak aloud
 Who say that they're proud
 And they're all aboard
 Where are you going?
 Why can't you just find me?
 For I'm just some passenger
 Walking the line
 Biding my time
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 For blood
 That dripped in the mud
 That washed in the flood
 Of the season
 And to shun
 To hide and to run
 To do what's been done
 Over
 Where are you going?
 Why can't you just find me?
 How could you ever be so far behind?
 What are the answers that you didn't tell me?
 For I'm just some passenger
 Walking the line
 Biding my time