[Verse 1]

I have this problem where I'm already measuring how you'll react

Before I even finish what I was gonna say

I dance around my thoughts like they're a fire

And if I order my steps in just the right sequence I could make it rain

And it isn't a joke; or some poem I wrote

It's the shadow tracing back to every word I've spoke

Burn brighter, if you can't fix the house that you were born into

Well, put a match to work and see what fire can do

Cut cleaner, if the hanging fray causes you to cling to the old

Ways and means and methods then the knife was too dull

And so the lesson becomes; how you fix a problem

Can yield a grimmer consequence than what you kept from

[Hook]

And I, I

Have found this

And I, I

Have found this

[Verse 2]

A full measure shaken down, spilled over was the cup I had drawn

Took me one little tumble and the thing was half gone

And half-full is a fool's assessment when the ledger is red

And the deficit is only ever making ahead

And though a slow motion spill looks real cool in a film

In either case the result is typically a mess

[Hook]

And I, I

Have found this

And I, I

Have found this

[Verse 3]

My soul held a measure and the ledger was null

My feet found a dry place to count in the cold

It's all coming due now

I felt my soul pulling in on the fabric of days

All of time bunched up, converging like a senator's blade

And my mind raced over all of everything that happened then

But it halted at the thought of things about to begin

Cause my heart held a ledger and my credits were full

When my feet set to walking out all too alone

And my heart held a ledger and my credits were full

When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold

[Chorus]

Now about how one goes on one's own

Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."

Well don't you know, there's only one of ya

You just might end up with pneumonia

And about how one might slow one's fall

To an amount down to faking control

Well I guess that would depend on it

The kind of time you want to spend on it

Stand-offing often pays off, but I am pondering well

Might be stepping down wasn't really so low

My feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold

And my lungs were full

[Verse 4]

And praise be to the father forever

Who can take a dead thing and make it green

Only ever restoring

And my soul held a ledger and he paid it in full

When my root was a dead snag out in the cold

And then the drums kicked in

And I was spilling out some feverish thing

But the amps were cranked up so loud

Well, I didn't think you'd hear

Well, how about them something or others I had seemed to say

Well maybe listen closer and I'll try to sing clear

My tongue held a ledger and my credits were full

When my feet found a soapbox to stand in the cold

And my tongue held a ledger and my credits were full

Consequences of grandstanding out in the cold

[Chorus]

Now about how one goes on one's own

Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."

Well don't you know there's only one of ya

You just might end up with pneumonia

And about how one might slow one's fall

To an amount down to faking control

Well I guess that would depend on it

The kind of time you want to spend on it

And when it comes to gallows humor it's a slippery slope

You see, you never ask a hangman to show you the ropes

I know you meant it as a "Ha ha ha!"

You just might end up with a twiney collar

And about how one goes on one's own

Saying "Hey babe, this place ain't so cold."

Well don't you know there's only one of ya

You'll only end up with pneumonia

Heey!

(Heey!)