Standing Still

An eight ball
 And two and all
 Is how I measure the length that I must go
 To outrun you standing still
 A soft flight
 And such delight
 A nervous gesture that dropped me to my knees
 Now I wonder where you are tonight
 A hard fall
 And through it all
 I never felt so callous
 A cut sleeve
 And to believe
 And once again I walked home alone
 This old world counts for nothing
 I did all I could do
 Now I won't accept your blessing
 On this, our final night
 Won't live to see the light
 Of morning
 So I cling to apron strings
 As I recall my father's dying words
 "Some girls are sweet, some girls are wicked"
 From this tree comes ill-bred seed
 An ugly cloister of flat foot bookish boys
 Who'd as soon kick you as kiss you
 (Chorus)