Handsprings

I'll get bold, I'll get wise
 See the roots of my demise
 And make some plans for ringing in another year
 I'll screw up and misspell
 All the names I know so well
 And curse myself to find a different hemisphere
 Get thee gone
 All the lines can be redrawn
 To give yourself the perfect little piece of land
 To turn your handsprings on
 And string the days along
 You were right and I was wrong
 You lean in for a word
 Tell me things that might occur
 If only we'd been born into some other life
 On a lark, on a whim
 When the doubts are wearing thin
 Save the chase, the midnight race for another time
 Get thee gone
 All the lines can be redrawn
 To give yourself the perfect little piece of land
 To turn your handsprings on
 And string the days along
 You were right and I was wrong