We are like pendulums   Our arms swinging at our sides   And I am a good little clock   Walking along power lines      I'm thinking like a swinging door   Hinging on these changing thoughts   Between the pull up to the shore   And the push off      In the lines of footprints in the snow   All along the edges of the road   I haven't even walked my block   Since I moved out here years ago      The secret lives of twist ties   The hidden story in one line      In the lines of footprints in the snow   All along the edges of the road   I haven't even walked my block   Since I moved out here years ago      We are like pendulums   Our arms swinging at our sides   And I am a good little clock   I'm ticking off the time      The distant lights are twinkling   It means there is a wind   That blows the trees against themselves   And hard into this house I'm sleeping in   I'm sleeping in