It's not what you have learned   But what they said about you under your shirt    You know they never will   They'll make sense of what you gave them   And now it's all downhill from here   Well, in case you break my fall, we're bringin' it home   Patrick, short flip and outside boundary lines      I'm running you down, well nothing looks right from up here   Inside out, I'm still unclear about the things you might have said      In pieces they stagger indebted, rush me to the emergency room   Flat line equals frantic endeavor but I guess this will have to do now   Patrick, short flip and outside we're bringin' it home      Hold onto the things you favor most   Shift right and let it run down   If my peace could find a way   Let go to the youth for honesty