[Verse 1]

I can turn the hand

I leave a trail, now I can make it back

Keep hold only way I can

Tie a rope to hold on to the past

[Verse 2]

I would cross the street

Tar is sticking underneath my feet

All that time I had

Prick my toes on walnuts in the grass

Don't want to hold it if it isn't mine forever

But I grab onto anything and add it to the clutter

What am I doing?

Collecting trash

I can turn the page

Calendar from ten years ago

I could never turn away

Can't stop watching something getting old

[Refrain]

What am I doing?