Its hard to think of anything

That'll make me go to sleep

So I walk the steps at night

To my run down Paris room

They twist and turn

They rise and fall

The railing guides along the wall

They run so far they touch the sky

I try so hard I could nearly die

These are the forms these changes make

And this is the nature that changes take

I stay on the ground cuz I know I won't fall

I stare at the phone hoping maybe you'll call

Rivers the kind of place

You go to throw your fears

From its golden sands to its foaming wakes

These are the forms these changes make

And this will do nicely and that will do find

Put this one together and that one in thine

They must come when we flag them all down

These ships that sail blindly will run them all around

And these are the forms these changes make

And this is the nature that changes take

I stay on the ground cuz I know I won't fall

I stare at the phone hoping maybe you'll call

(repeat)